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 France and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron 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 Godley & Creme to the grime 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
June Days,
Eric B and Rakim,
OOIOO,
X-102,
Dead Boys,
Ronan,
The Seeds,
Scratch Acid,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stiv Bators,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bang On A Can,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aaron Thompson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Babytalk,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soft Cell,
Agitation Free,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gabor Szabo,
Banda Bassotti,
Quantec,
Quadrant,
Au Pairs,
DJ Sneak,
Joey Negro,
Donald Byrd,
Sällskapet,
The Monks,
Interpol,
Bobby Womack,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Boz Scaggs,
Drexciya,
Television Personalities,
Rufus Thomas,
the Association,
Public Enemy,
The Doors,
The Remains,
Ultra Naté,
Mark Hollis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Lydon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Big Daddy Kane,
Make Up,
Urselle,
Q65,
Stereo Dub,
Tears for Fears,
The Blues Magoos,
Lalann,
Massinfluence,
Thee Headcoats,
cv313,
Unwound,
The Fortunes,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.