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 Samoa and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 David McCallum to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
R.M.O.,
Little Man,
Pantytec,
Hot Snakes,
Procol Harum,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Todd Rundgren,
Outsiders,
Adolescents,
Toni Rubio,
Second Layer,
Soft Machine,
Aaron Thompson,
Angry Samoans,
Wire,
The American Breed,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mr. Review,
Section 25,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Royal Trux,
Ituana,
Fela Kuti,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Iggy Pop,
The Modern Lovers,
Accadde A,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pussy Galore,
Agitation Free,
Max Romeo,
John Foxx,
Funkadelic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Zeros,
Black Moon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minny Pops,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Faust,
Warsaw,
Youth Brigade,
Bang On A Can,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scion,
Parry Music,
Scratch Acid,
The Fire Engines,
Vainqueur,
Boz Scaggs,
Dawn Penn,
Cymande,
The Move,
The Mummies,
Sonic Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Monolake,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.