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 Afghanistan and from Houston.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 John Holt to the grime 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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tim Buckley,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Y Pants,
Tomorrow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Reed,
Thompson Twins,
Jeff Lynne,
The Mummies,
Metal Thangz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marc Almond,
Suburban Knight,
Connie Case,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barrington Levy,
Unrelated Segments,
Bluetip,
Harmonia,
Public Enemy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
ABBA,
Young Marble Giants,
Scott Walker,
Reuben Wilson,
Peter & Gordon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Second Layer,
kango's stein massive,
H. Thieme,
A Certain Ratio,
PIL,
The Happenings,
Outsiders,
Jacques Brel,
DJ Style,
Danielle Patucci,
Flash Fearless,
Johnny Clarke,
Joe Smooth,
Piero Umiliani,
Crooked Eye,
Sällskapet,
Sam Rivers,
Dual Sessions,
the Human League,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marine Girls,
Angry Samoans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Real Kids,
Magazine,
The Invisible,
Brass Construction,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camberwell Now,
Dark Day,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ten City,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.