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 Poland and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fela Kuti to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Rhythm & Sound,
Parry Music,
the Normal,
In Retrospect,
Smog,
Cheater Slicks,
Soft Machine,
Au Pairs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Model 500,
Toni Rubio,
Zero Boys,
Todd Terry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Spandau Ballet,
Brand Nubian,
This Heat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Neu!,
Yellowson,
The Zeros,
Lungfish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
FM Einheit,
Subhumans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Darondo,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Searchers,
The United States of America,
Danielle Patucci,
Anthony Braxton,
Royal Trux,
Interpol,
The Invisible,
Severed Heads,
Essential Logic,
Donny Hathaway,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kerri Chandler,
Pantytec,
Icehouse,
Chrome,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lyres,
Arcadia,
Porter Ricks,
The Busters,
Peter and Kerry,
Faust,
Saccharine Trust,
Banda Bassotti,
The Buckinghams,
The Wake,
Depeche Mode,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Amon Düül,
David Bowie,
The Five Americans,
Wings,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.