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 Armenia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Saccharine Trust to the disco 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Soft Cell,
The Trojans,
The Fall,
Shuggie Otis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joe Finger,
Lightning Bolt,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scan 7,
Spandau Ballet,
Electric Prunes,
Alison Limerick,
Essential Logic,
Brand Nubian,
Talk Talk,
Basic Channel,
Slave,
Judy Mowatt,
Royal Trux,
Josef K,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Interpol,
Frankie Knuckles,
Quadrant,
Pagans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soft Machine,
The Durutti Column,
Robert Wyatt,
The Saints,
This Heat,
Television Personalities,
X-Ray Spex,
Chris & Cosey,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scott Walker,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tres Demented,
Trumans Water,
Suburban Knight,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Theoretical Girls,
Oblivians,
The Fuzztones,
Crispy Ambulance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bluetip,
Scion,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Maleditus Sound,
The Smoke,
The Standells,
Aloha Tigers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Leonard Cohen,
Bush Tetras,
Pet Shop Boys,
The American Breed,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.