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 Albania and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Index to the rock 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
L. Decosne,
New Age Steppers,
Duran Duran,
Toni Rubio,
Tres Demented,
Aloha Tigers,
Charles Mingus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Five Americans,
The Knickerbockers,
The Count Five,
Faust,
David Bowie,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cecil Taylor,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ponytail,
Lightning Bolt,
EPMD,
Black Bananas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
PIL,
The Doobie Brothers,
Leonard Cohen,
Hardrive,
JFA,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Slits,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ohio Players,
Ornette Coleman,
Television,
Au Pairs,
Moss Icon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eli Mardock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Talk Talk,
Slave,
New Order,
Sex Pistols,
Minny Pops,
Tom Boy,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fortunes,
Pantaleimon,
Zero Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gong,
Prince Buster,
Warren Ellis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nick Fraelich,
Thompson Twins,
Buzzcocks,
The Smiths,
Kas Product,
Dennis Brown,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.