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 Slovakia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes 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 Ultravox to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
John Cale,
Pierre Henry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scion,
the Slits,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Christie,
The Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Vladislav Delay,
Oblivians,
Black Flag,
Roxette,
The Techniques,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Motions,
Cal Tjader,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Shoche,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Los Fastidios,
Bad Manners,
Rapeman,
Pussy Galore,
Q65,
New Order,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alison Limerick,
Desert Stars,
Gang Starr,
The Move,
Carl Craig,
E-Dancer,
Deadbeat,
Althea and Donna,
Traffic Nightmare,
Television,
Kevin Saunderson,
June of 44,
The Beau Brummels,
Andrew Hill,
John Holt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Buzzcocks,
Eric Copeland,
Magma,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Pretty Things,
Funky Four + One,
Neu!,
Piero Umiliani,
Schoolly D,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dark Day,
Patti Smith,
Ralphi Rosario,
R.M.O.,
Wally Richardson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.