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 Mauritius and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Easy Going to the funk 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lee Hazlewood,
Skarface,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tom Boy,
Connie Case,
Scientists,
Fluxion,
Grey Daturas,
Pere Ubu,
Alphaville,
Susan Cadogan,
Electric Prunes,
Average White Band,
Circle Jerks,
Mad Mike,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Evens,
The Fugs,
The Zeros,
The United States of America,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Public Enemy,
Heaven 17,
Yusef Lateef,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bronski Beat,
Pagans,
Ponytail,
Tropical Tobacco,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roxette,
The Martian,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pantytec,
The Dave Clark Five,
Porter Ricks,
Bluetip,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dave Gahan,
Kerri Chandler,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mantronix,
Skaos,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fatback Band,
John Lydon,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Index,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Velvet Underground,
Tres Demented,
The Grass Roots,
This Heat,
Arthur Verocai,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Christie,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang of Four,
The Flesh Eaters,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.