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 Belize and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Monks to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mantronix,
The Dead C,
Vladislav Delay,
The Doors,
T.S.O.L.,
The Star Department,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roxy Music,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lindisfarne,
Brand Nubian,
Ohio Players,
Masters at Work,
Matthew Halsall,
Lightning Bolt,
Glenn Branca,
Rod Modell,
Eurythmics,
Bronski Beat,
June Days,
Qualms,
Second Layer,
Jeff Lynne,
Davy DMX,
Ludus,
Circle Jerks,
Wally Richardson,
Depeche Mode,
The Misunderstood,
Joy Division,
the Slits,
The Cure,
Hashim,
Black Pus,
Kaleidoscope,
Whodini,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
EPMD,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rosa Yemen,
Tim Buckley,
Eric B and Rakim,
This Heat,
Boredoms,
New Age Steppers,
The Wake,
Don Cherry,
Tears for Fears,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Clear Light,
Roxette,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Guru Guru,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.