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 Monaco and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 Au Pairs to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Womack,
Monks,
Franke,
John Foxx,
The Toasters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ronan,
Gang Starr,
Lungfish,
The Blackbyrds,
Joe Finger,
Minny Pops,
The Litter,
Bill Wells,
Peter and Kerry,
The Modern Lovers,
Morten Harket,
Rod Modell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Max Romeo,
K-Klass,
Sun City Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
Kerri Chandler,
The Star Department,
Rakim,
Ituana,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fuzztones,
Rapeman,
The Blues Magoos,
Interpol,
Newcleus,
Aural Exciters,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Selecter,
Fugazi,
Buzzcocks,
Can,
Dave Gahan,
MDC,
The Victims,
Organ,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Vainqueur,
Kurtis Blow,
Bauhaus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Robert Hood,
Barclay James Harvest,
Connie Case,
Andrew Hill,
Supertramp,
Aaron Thompson,
Mad Mike,
Carl Craig,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.