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 Korea South and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 KRS-One to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a 808 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 arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Drive Like Jehu,
Charles Mingus,
F. McDonald,
Young Marble Giants,
Ludus,
Smog,
Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joey Negro,
Black Sheep,
One Last Wish,
Depeche Mode,
The Velvet Underground,
La Düsseldorf,
Josef K,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
David Bowie,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Icehouse,
Sällskapet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Faust,
Black Bananas,
Crash Course in Science,
Bauhaus,
Roger Hodgson,
Pussy Galore,
The Standells,
Monolake,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eric Copeland,
the Germs,
David Axelrod,
The Names,
Robert Hood,
Suburban Knight,
John Coltrane,
The Mummies,
Altered Images,
Alice Coltrane,
Mo-Dettes,
Kaleidoscope,
The Slackers,
Lakeside,
Easy Going,
Visage,
Blake Baxter,
Ponytail,
Section 25,
A Certain Ratio,
The Saints,
James White and The Blacks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Motions,
Circle Jerks,
Dual Sessions,
MC5,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.