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 Gabon and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
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 marimba 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 Pylon to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nick Fraelich,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Slits,
Davy DMX,
The Martian,
Iggy Pop,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
OOIOO,
Soft Machine,
The Offenders,
Barbara Tucker,
The Tremeloes,
Zapp,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Black Dice,
Peter & Gordon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DNA,
Au Pairs,
Ituana,
Black Moon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Inner City,
Fad Gadget,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Blackbyrds,
Robert Wyatt,
Scrapy,
Rites of Spring,
Tommy Roe,
Slick Rick,
Mr. Review,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bush Tetras,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Infiniti,
Skarface,
Quantec,
Yusef Lateef,
Nico,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cybotron,
The Star Department,
The Vogues,
Interpol,
Negative Approach,
The Evens,
The Golliwogs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Red Krayola,
Bronski Beat,
The Happenings,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Man Parrish,
Michelle Simonal,
The Saints,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.