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 Fiji and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the crunk 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Half Japanese,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sight & Sound,
Scrapy,
Pole,
The Walker Brothers,
Eve St. Jones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sparks,
Iggy Pop,
Easy Going,
The Gap Band,
Rotary Connection,
Tim Buckley,
Make Up,
John Foxx,
Organ,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tres Demented,
The Fall,
Ultra Naté,
The Gun Club,
The Mojo Men,
The Kinks,
This Heat,
New York Dolls,
Henry Cow,
Sound Behaviour,
Toni Rubio,
Camberwell Now,
Grauzone,
Skaos,
Man Parrish,
Dave Gahan,
The Residents,
Fad Gadget,
Avey Tare,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Glenn Branca,
Brand Nubian,
Bush Tetras,
Icehouse,
Ludus,
Moby Grape,
Mantronix,
Zapp,
Dennis Brown,
Mandrill,
Kevin Saunderson,
Average White Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sugar Minott,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The American Breed,
The Five Americans,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.