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 Argentina and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 the Normal to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Von Mondo,
Sonic Youth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Lydon,
Harmonia,
ABBA,
The Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
Pierre Henry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Electric Prunes,
Erasure,
Camberwell Now,
Ken Boothe,
Mandrill,
T. Rex,
Fad Gadget,
Steve Hackett,
Davy DMX,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Anakelly,
Lalo Schifrin,
Quando Quango,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deadbeat,
Dave Gahan,
Fela Kuti,
Hoover,
The Residents,
China Crisis,
Brothers Johnson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
The Golliwogs,
Japan,
Pole,
Nas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barbara Tucker,
MDC,
Lucky Dragons,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Byrd,
David Axelrod,
The Monks,
cv313,
Thee Headcoats,
Todd Terry,
Roxy Music,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
L. Decosne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Arab on Radar,
Pantytec,
Urselle,
Traffic Nightmare,
8 Eyed Spy,
Morten Harket,
The Blues Magoos,
The Red Krayola,
The Standells,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.