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 New Zealand and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin 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 Lower 48 to the rock 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Whodini,
The Sonics,
Bang On A Can,
Jeru the Damaja,
Loose Ends,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Metal Thangz,
Lakeside,
The Associates,
Pylon,
CMW,
Nick Fraelich,
China Crisis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Leaves,
Spoonie Gee,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
T. Rex,
the Bar-Kays,
Interpol,
Echospace,
Con Funk Shun,
Faraquet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sparks,
Mark Hollis,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Kinks,
The Count Five,
Cymande,
Mars,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sam Rivers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Essential Logic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pierre Henry,
Scott Walker,
Public Enemy,
Pulsallama,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Sherman,
Khruangbin,
The Evens,
Jandek,
Second Layer,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Moebius,
In Retrospect,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dave Gahan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Swans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Excepter,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.