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 Iraq and from Accra.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Thompson Twins to the electroclash 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marmalade,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Skatalites,
Lyres,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Absolute Body Control,
John Lydon,
Amon Düül II,
The Moleskins,
The Selecter,
Essential Logic,
Theoretical Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
New Age Steppers,
L. Decosne,
Flipper,
Yazoo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wire,
Pierre Henry,
Eddi Front,
Derrick May,
Joey Negro,
Curtis Mayfield,
One Last Wish,
Joensuu 1685,
Connie Case,
The Human League,
Zapp,
Make Up,
Arab on Radar,
Gong,
Scan 7,
Hardrive,
Masters at Work,
Neil Young,
Whodini,
Bad Manners,
Young Marble Giants,
The Wake,
Maurizio,
Niagra,
Section 25,
Sugar Minott,
Ponytail,
The Blues Magoos,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fad Gadget,
The Young Rascals,
The Toasters,
Metal Thangz,
48th St. Collective,
the Normal,
Agent Orange,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.