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 Tuvalu and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Loose Ends,
Scan 7,
The New Christs,
Soulsonic Force,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fluxion,
kango's stein massive,
Suicide,
Ornette Coleman,
X-Ray Spex,
Newcleus,
Junior Murvin,
The Motions,
Hashim,
The Walker Brothers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gun Club,
The Victims,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Reed,
Glambeats Corp.,
Thompson Twins,
The Searchers,
Ludus,
Josef K,
Terrestrial Tones,
Amazonics,
Camberwell Now,
Black Bananas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crime,
Chris Corsano,
Circle Jerks,
Freddie Wadling,
Delon & Dalcan,
LL Cool J,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Vogues,
Zapp,
The Star Department,
PIL,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Saints,
Au Pairs,
Spoonie Gee,
H. Thieme,
The Music Machine,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Thee Headcoats,
Hoover,
Icehouse,
The Skatalites,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mark Hollis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rotary Connection,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.