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 Mali and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Donald Fagen 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 New Christs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
The Real Kids,
DJ Style,
Todd Rundgren,
Liliput,
Terry Callier,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ituana,
Henry Cow,
Spandau Ballet,
Wire,
Minor Threat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Q and Not U,
The Offenders,
Marine Girls,
DNA,
Mo-Dettes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Janne Schatter,
Severed Heads,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Leaves,
Reagan Youth,
The Gun Club,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Sherman,
DJ Sneak,
Eden Ahbez,
Girls At Our Best!,
L. Decosne,
The Raincoats,
Youth Brigade,
Underground Resistance,
Crime,
Clear Light,
Gabor Szabo,
D'Angelo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Thompson Twins,
Simply Red,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bang On A Can,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jerry's Kids,
Con Funk Shun,
F. McDonald,
Iggy Pop,
Roy Ayers,
Amon Düül,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Essential Logic,
Tomorrow,
The Golliwogs,
Joe Finger,
Bill Near,
Scrapy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eric Dolphy,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.