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 Serbia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 LL Cool J to the techno 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Hot Snakes,
The Doors,
Icehouse,
Black Flag,
Little Man,
The Cowsills,
Sällskapet,
Young Marble Giants,
The Buckinghams,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Masters at Work,
New Age Steppers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lyres,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rotary Connection,
Vladislav Delay,
Harmonia,
Todd Terry,
KRS-One,
Brand Nubian,
Underground Resistance,
cv313,
Ultra Naté,
Pussy Galore,
F. McDonald,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Quando Quango,
Massinfluence,
Adolescents,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soul II Soul,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Bananas,
Thompson Twins,
the Sonics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minor Threat,
Fear,
Freddie Wadling,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bluetip,
Graham Central Station,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Star Department,
Amon Düül II,
Fluxion,
Main Source,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Althea and Donna,
Wings,
The Dirtbombs,
E-Dancer,
John Coltrane,
Accadde A,
Jeff Lynne,
The Trojans,
Maurizio,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.