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 Germany and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Sugar Minott to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Yellowson,
Newcleus,
Connie Case,
Jandek,
James Chance & The Contortions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marc Almond,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barry Ungar,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alison Limerick,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Urselle,
Al Stewart,
Sixth Finger,
Sister Nancy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ken Boothe,
Neil Young,
Crooked Eye,
Swell Maps,
LL Cool J,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Silicon Teens,
The Wake,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aloha Tigers,
The Angels of Light,
Sandy B,
Ultra Naté,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dawn Penn,
Moebius,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scott Walker,
Can,
Reagan Youth,
Minny Pops,
Warsaw,
Infiniti,
Organ,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Womack,
The Misunderstood,
Donald Byrd,
The Zeros,
KRS-One,
Amazonics,
Television Personalities,
Minutemen,
Mantronix,
Ornette Coleman,
Lakeside,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Byrd,
The Invisible,
Anakelly,
Frankie Knuckles,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.