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 El Salvador and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Country Teasers to the punk 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
the Swans,
Lee Hazlewood,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Babytalk,
Hot Snakes,
FM Einheit,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Carl Craig,
Howard Jones,
Tommy Roe,
Donny Hathaway,
Oneida,
Al Stewart,
Ten City,
John Lydon,
The Offenders,
Basic Channel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Traffic Nightmare,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang Starr,
Flipper,
Guru Guru,
Lou Christie,
Cameo,
The Cure,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Blackbyrds,
Todd Rundgren,
Stereo Dub,
Grauzone,
CMW,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marmalade,
Amon Düül,
Shuggie Otis,
Rakim,
Joe Smooth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Loose Ends,
Mission of Burma,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Radiohead,
The Toasters,
Steve Hackett,
Ponytail,
Man Eating Sloth,
Radio Birdman,
Camouflage,
James White and The Blacks,
The Wake,
The United States of America,
Thee Headcoats,
Soulsonic Force,
The Blues Magoos,
The Slits,
The Neon Judgement,
Barry Ungar,
Harmonia,
The Human League,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.