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 Iceland and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Camouflage to the disco 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Magazine,
Godley & Creme,
Jeff Lynne,
The Black Dice,
Minor Threat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Unrelated Segments,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
T.S.O.L.,
Bauhaus,
Nik Kershaw,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jeru the Damaja,
Steve Hackett,
Man Parrish,
Gang Green,
Carl Craig,
Ponytail,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Girls At Our Best!,
The Misunderstood,
Schoolly D,
James White and The Blacks,
Moss Icon,
the Human League,
Joey Negro,
Donny Hathaway,
Smog,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Birthday Party,
The Angels of Light,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jeff Mills,
Das Ding,
Saccharine Trust,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fatback Band,
Radio Birdman,
Duran Duran,
Excepter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alphaville,
Los Fastidios,
The Names,
Can,
World's Most,
Agitation Free,
The Pretty Things,
Banda Bassotti,
Stereo Dub,
Kurtis Blow,
Lalo Schifrin,
Loose Ends,
The Last Poets,
Spoonie Gee,
Khruangbin,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.