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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the dance 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Sex Pistols,
Prince Buster,
Joyce Sims,
Steve Hackett,
Audionom,
Crooked Eye,
Jacques Brel,
The Mojo Men,
Josef K,
Mo-Dettes,
Joe Smooth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Flag,
Funky Four + One,
Main Source,
Lower 48,
Radio Birdman,
Tears for Fears,
Sam Rivers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Suburban Knight,
Harmonia,
Idris Muhammad,
Lindisfarne,
These Immortal Souls,
Youth Brigade,
Rhythm & Sound,
Franke,
Wire,
Althea and Donna,
Tres Demented,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Chrome,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sister Nancy,
Infiniti,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Blackbyrds,
Drexciya,
Mission of Burma,
Interpol,
X-Ray Spex,
Leonard Cohen,
Half Japanese,
the Slits,
Lucky Dragons,
H. Thieme,
Wasted Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Technova,
Aural Exciters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Qualms,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Kinks,
Tubeway Army,
the Germs,
Organ,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.