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 Algeria and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fear to the rock 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Patti Smith,
Rapeman,
The Martian,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Trojans,
Big Daddy Kane,
B.T. Express,
The Blackbyrds,
Nation of Ulysses,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jeff Mills,
Sugar Minott,
U.S. Maple,
Amazonics,
Adolescents,
Brass Construction,
Oneida,
David Axelrod,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gories,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crash Course in Science,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cowsills,
Matthew Halsall,
Roger Hodgson,
Sarah Menescal,
Symarip,
The Kinks,
The Knickerbockers,
Slick Rick,
Glenn Branca,
Black Sheep,
John Holt,
Average White Band,
Joyce Sims,
the Swans,
Arthur Verocai,
Alton Ellis,
Cal Tjader,
The United States of America,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pet Shop Boys,
Henry Cow,
Pagans,
The Litter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Heaven 17,
Mars,
Accadde A,
Basic Channel,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kerrie Biddell,
Suburban Knight,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Evens,
Shoche,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.