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 Hungary and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Fatback Band to the disco 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
The New Christs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Todd Terry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marc Almond,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fugs,
Black Flag,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Sherman,
Subhumans,
The Gap Band,
LL Cool J,
Kerrie Biddell,
Traffic Nightmare,
New York Dolls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Amon Düül II,
Boredoms,
Mark Hollis,
Von Mondo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Graham Central Station,
The Mojo Men,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Music Machine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Livin' Joy,
Wings,
Porter Ricks,
The Kinks,
Adolescents,
The Dirtbombs,
Jacques Brel,
Sonic Youth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Knickerbockers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marmalade,
Scott Walker,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Names,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eurythmics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Urselle,
Y Pants,
Electric Prunes,
Can,
Eric Copeland,
Wally Richardson,
Nico,
Con Funk Shun,
MDC,
Don Cherry,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.