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 Slovakia and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Davy DMX to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Gichy Dan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gil Scott Heron,
DJ Style,
Pole,
Monolake,
Rotary Connection,
Nick Fraelich,
Whodini,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quadrant,
Nik Kershaw,
Barclay James Harvest,
Skaos,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brothers Johnson,
Kaleidoscope,
Outsiders,
Stockholm Monsters,
F. McDonald,
Ultravox,
Au Pairs,
Smog,
Basic Channel,
Jandek,
Darondo,
ABBA,
Erasure,
The Busters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hashim,
Yaz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jerry's Kids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wolf Eyes,
John Lydon,
Letta Mbulu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Trumans Water,
X-Ray Spex,
Can,
Camberwell Now,
Funky Four + One,
Bush Tetras,
The Victims,
Robert Görl,
48th St. Collective,
Massinfluence,
Television,
Das Ding,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Byrd,
X-101,
Y Pants,
Simply Red,
Piero Umiliani,
Fugazi,
Panda Bear,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.