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 Austria and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Holger Czukay 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 Nirvana to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kaleidoscope,
In Retrospect,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wings,
Dennis Brown,
Man Parrish,
MDC,
Altered Images,
Aural Exciters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Youth Brigade,
The Monks,
Bad Manners,
Roger Hodgson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Agitation Free,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bronski Beat,
Girls At Our Best!,
Moss Icon,
Minnie Riperton,
Iggy Pop,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DJ Sneak,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alphaville,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
David Bowie,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Spandau Ballet,
Scion,
Moby Grape,
Nick Fraelich,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marc Almond,
Quando Quango,
Alton Ellis,
Jandek,
The Durutti Column,
Bluetip,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Wake,
Mo-Dettes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crooked Eye,
The Birthday Party,
Camouflage,
The Names,
Los Fastidios,
Eurythmics,
The Dirtbombs,
Circle Jerks,
Inner City,
Gong,
Pet Shop Boys,
Colin Newman,
Y Pants,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.