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 Paraguay and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Idris Muhammad to the grunge 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Roxette,
Soft Cell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mark Hollis,
Fat Boys,
Amon Düül II,
The Moleskins,
Boz Scaggs,
Essential Logic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Last Poets,
Tim Buckley,
Joensuu 1685,
AZ,
The Buckinghams,
Man Parrish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wasted Youth,
ABBA,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Outsiders,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Seeds,
Deepchord,
Delta 5,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Monks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
Anakelly,
Soft Machine,
Crispy Ambulance,
Curtis Mayfield,
Los Fastidios,
Ornette Coleman,
Agitation Free,
PIL,
Brick,
Subhumans,
Steve Hackett,
Cymande,
The Move,
Slick Rick,
Cheater Slicks,
Magma,
The Monochrome Set,
Loose Ends,
Maurizio,
Arthur Verocai,
Lungfish,
the Germs,
Rakim,
Dawn Penn,
Lee Hazlewood,
Whodini,
Altered Images,
Hot Snakes,
Soul II Soul,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Circle Jerks,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.