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 Slovenia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 Jacob Miller to the grunge 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Japan,
Section 25,
PIL,
The Techniques,
Minor Threat,
Blancmange,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Monks,
June Days,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
New York Dolls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bad Manners,
John Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cramps,
Donny Hathaway,
Agitation Free,
Underground Resistance,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eric Dolphy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Suicide,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Standells,
The J.B.'s,
Quadrant,
The Black Dice,
La Düsseldorf,
Judy Mowatt,
These Immortal Souls,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Byrd,
Das Ding,
CMW,
Sound Behaviour,
Malaria!,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ice-T,
David Bowie,
Aaron Thompson,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Victims,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kas Product,
Intrusion,
Infiniti,
Aural Exciters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fuzztones,
The Electric Prunes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Slits,
Cymande,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marine Girls,
The Litter,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.