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 Azerbaijan and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
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 The Music Machine 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pole,
La Düsseldorf,
Hasil Adkins,
Jawbox,
The Buckinghams,
The Martian,
the Fania All-Stars,
Organ,
Agitation Free,
ABBA,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mission of Burma,
Swans,
David McCallum,
Ultra Naté,
Lucky Dragons,
DJ Sneak,
The Dead C,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eli Mardock,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hashim,
The Modern Lovers,
The Victims,
The Gun Club,
Half Japanese,
the Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Main Source,
Carl Craig,
R.M.O.,
Excepter,
Anakelly,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Max Romeo,
Brick,
Hot Snakes,
Zero Boys,
Wasted Youth,
Aural Exciters,
Public Enemy,
Lee Hazlewood,
X-101,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Vladislav Delay,
The Selecter,
The Cramps,
The Pretty Things,
The Fortunes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Stooges,
Terry Callier,
Minutemen,
Joe Smooth,
Boz Scaggs,
Funky Four + One,
Tom Boy,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.