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 Nepal and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
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 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 The Cramps to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Chris & Cosey,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Doors,
Lalo Schifrin,
Newcleus,
Guru Guru,
Ludus,
Scientists,
Jeru the Damaja,
Darondo,
Scion,
Symarip,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Move,
Tubeway Army,
Prince Buster,
David McCallum,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Niagra,
Clear Light,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Theoretical Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tomorrow,
Wings,
Malaria!,
Tears for Fears,
The United States of America,
Banda Bassotti,
Soul II Soul,
Faust,
The Count Five,
Bobby Womack,
The Pretty Things,
Trumans Water,
The Invisible,
Radio Birdman,
Todd Rundgren,
Electric Prunes,
X-101,
The Fortunes,
Moss Icon,
Pussy Galore,
Boogie Down Productions,
Youth Brigade,
Popol Vuh,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DJ Style,
Hoover,
The Real Kids,
Funkadelic,
Erasure,
Freddie Wadling,
Negative Approach,
MDC,
Bill Wells,
Reagan Youth,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.