Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Mauritius and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Sad Lovers and Giants to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Donald Byrd,
Simply Red,
Marine Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Make Up,
Thompson Twins,
The Index,
The Five Americans,
Todd Rundgren,
Lucky Dragons,
Skarface,
Ornette Coleman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lyres,
Infiniti,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Modern Lovers,
Au Pairs,
Interpol,
The Happenings,
The Smoke,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roxette,
Severed Heads,
Panda Bear,
Tres Demented,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Lydon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Bananas,
Wolf Eyes,
the Human League,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Harpers Bizarre,
Urselle,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soul II Soul,
Eve St. Jones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Delta 5,
The Gap Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Wasted Youth,
Bronski Beat,
Laurel Aitken,
Shoche,
The Skatalites,
Swell Maps,
Accadde A,
Bobby Sherman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gladiators,
Pulsallama,
The Divine Comedy,
10cc,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hoover,
The Misunderstood,
Intrusion,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.