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 Tajikistan and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar 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 DNA to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Dave Gahan,
Intrusion,
Howard Jones,
The Leaves,
T.S.O.L.,
The Blackbyrds,
Pole,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lungfish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jacob Miller,
Man Parrish,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Coltrane,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ponytail,
the Sonics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grandmaster Flash,
New York Dolls,
Jeff Mills,
Brass Construction,
The Gun Club,
The Star Department,
Rod Modell,
Flash Fearless,
The Last Poets,
Brothers Johnson,
Thompson Twins,
Black Pus,
Lou Christie,
Sight & Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tom Boy,
The Fugs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Knickerbockers,
Soft Machine,
Minor Threat,
Easy Going,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Womack,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
a-ha,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Loose Ends,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Josef K,
Animal Collective,
The Mojo Men,
H. Thieme,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DJ Style,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Albert Ayler,
Eric B and Rakim,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.