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 Belize and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 June of 44 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang of Four,
Delta 5,
Charles Mingus,
the Germs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barbara Tucker,
The Knickerbockers,
Agitation Free,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Iggy Pop,
Rosa Yemen,
Minnie Riperton,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Max Romeo,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Blues Magoos,
Schoolly D,
The Slits,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camouflage,
Depeche Mode,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bad Manners,
D'Angelo,
Alphaville,
Mad Mike,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scratch Acid,
Skaos,
Neil Young,
Crash Course in Science,
Motorama,
Q and Not U,
Bush Tetras,
The Selecter,
Jacques Brel,
Alton Ellis,
The Black Dice,
Suburban Knight,
The Durutti Column,
Boredoms,
Clear Light,
Henry Cow,
T.S.O.L.,
Nirvana,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fire Engines,
Saccharine Trust,
Anakelly,
Excepter,
The Martian,
The Detroit Cobras,
Smog,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yellowson,
Funkadelic,
Bill Near,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.