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 Philippines and from Glasgow.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 The Evens to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a 808 and a snare 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
The Evens,
Unrelated Segments,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cowsills,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Outsiders,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Depeche Mode,
Technova,
Fluxion,
World's Most,
The Gun Club,
The Vogues,
The Doors,
F. McDonald,
Roxette,
Ken Boothe,
Wolf Eyes,
Hasil Adkins,
Reuben Wilson,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fall,
Bobby Womack,
Michelle Simonal,
China Crisis,
Mantronix,
Underground Resistance,
Pantytec,
Whodini,
The Count Five,
Henry Cow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
LL Cool J,
Audionom,
Tubeway Army,
Tommy Roe,
Black Moon,
Erykah Badu,
Reagan Youth,
Vainqueur,
Saccharine Trust,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Alarm Clocks,
Radiohead,
Amon Düül II,
Youth Brigade,
Dark Day,
Terry Callier,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soul Sonic Force,
Chris & Cosey,
the Soft Cell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marc Almond,
Blake Baxter,
Crime,
Pantaleimon,
Harmonia,
The Blackbyrds,
Lee Hazlewood,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.