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 Mexico and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Girls At Our Best! to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deadbeat,
The Neon Judgement,
X-102,
Cabaret Voltaire,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Can,
The Gun Club,
Danielle Patucci,
The Names,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Swans,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Associates,
the Germs,
Shoche,
Outsiders,
The Leaves,
Loose Ends,
The Star Department,
R.M.O.,
This Heat,
Funky Four + One,
Faust,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Camouflage,
Absolute Body Control,
Ralphi Rosario,
H. Thieme,
Depeche Mode,
JFA,
David Axelrod,
Ponytail,
Sarah Menescal,
Marcia Griffiths,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Searchers,
The New Christs,
Warren Ellis,
Prince Buster,
FM Einheit,
The Monks,
Television,
Dave Gahan,
Bad Manners,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minor Threat,
ABC,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultra Naté,
Neu!,
Cameo,
Rotary Connection,
DJ Sneak,
Barry Ungar,
Eric Dolphy,
ABBA,
Scientists,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.