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 Gabon and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 FM Einheit to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Sandy B,
L. Decosne,
Morten Harket,
The Mighty Diamonds,
David Axelrod,
The Associates,
Magma,
Average White Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fela Kuti,
Rites of Spring,
In Retrospect,
Bootsy Collins,
Parry Music,
The Modern Lovers,
Isaac Hayes,
Q and Not U,
Man Eating Sloth,
Spandau Ballet,
Rekid,
Matthew Halsall,
Amon Düül II,
Avey Tare,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Warsaw,
Aural Exciters,
Brothers Johnson,
Carl Craig,
Q65,
Bush Tetras,
Moby Grape,
Skaos,
The Grass Roots,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pharoah Sanders,
Faust,
the Soft Cell,
Aswad,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nico,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Five Americans,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Dirtbombs,
Magazine,
Groovy Waters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roy Ayers,
Idris Muhammad,
Japan,
Suburban Knight,
Lalann,
PIL,
Letta Mbulu,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.