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 Moldova and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Royal Trux to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Evens,
Faust,
Piero Umiliani,
Television,
the Sonics,
MDC,
Ossler,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Althea and Donna,
DJ Style,
The Index,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Toni Rubio,
Roxette,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aswad,
The Gap Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Panda Bear,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Simply Red,
Ultimate Spinach,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Leaves,
The Skatalites,
cv313,
Tears for Fears,
AZ,
Sugar Minott,
Negative Approach,
John Coltrane,
Fugazi,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dark Day,
Kenny Larkin,
Spoonie Gee,
Make Up,
Cybotron,
Cheater Slicks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Cale,
Masters at Work,
kango's stein massive,
John Foxx,
Johnny Clarke,
Rites of Spring,
Monolake,
Grey Daturas,
Das Ding,
Soft Machine,
The Happenings,
Silicon Teens,
Lucky Dragons,
Babytalk,
CMW,
Aural Exciters,
Heaven 17,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rufus Thomas,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.