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 Rwanda and from Johannesburg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Robert Palmer 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 Half Japanese to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Steve Hackett,
Urselle,
Alphaville,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Black Dice,
Tim Buckley,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Smoke,
Crooked Eye,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bill Wells,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dead Boys,
Malaria!,
Pierre Henry,
Spandau Ballet,
Intrusion,
Howard Jones,
Pantaleimon,
Crime,
The Busters,
Hashim,
Judy Mowatt,
The Tremeloes,
Junior Murvin,
Graham Central Station,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Count Five,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Doors,
Roy Ayers,
The Motions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Althea and Donna,
Liliput,
Magma,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minutemen,
Average White Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Adolescents,
CMW,
Ten City,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Colin Newman,
UT,
Underground Resistance,
ABC,
Boredoms,
Ponytail,
Kerrie Biddell,
June Days,
Sonic Youth,
Man Parrish,
Anakelly,
Marine Girls,
Schoolly D,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Robert Wyatt,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.