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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 Shuggie Otis to the punk 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sandy B,
Delon & Dalcan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Donny Hathaway,
Moss Icon,
Chrome,
Nico,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
E-Dancer,
Mark Hollis,
Gong,
Ice-T,
Graham Central Station,
Al Stewart,
Harpers Bizarre,
H. Thieme,
Bill Wells,
Mo-Dettes,
Moebius,
Black Flag,
PIL,
Metal Thangz,
Lungfish,
Popol Vuh,
the Fania All-Stars,
Neu!,
Lalann,
Jawbox,
Vladislav Delay,
Adolescents,
Fugazi,
Tom Boy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Malaria!,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Oblivians,
Kenny Larkin,
Ohio Players,
The Cure,
Jeff Mills,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lyres,
The American Breed,
Alphaville,
Barclay James Harvest,
Babytalk,
Swans,
The Slackers,
China Crisis,
Newcleus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sound Behaviour,
Suburban Knight,
The United States of America,
The Red Krayola,
Fear,
Black Sheep,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.