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 Vietnam and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Buzzcocks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Don Cherry,
Faraquet,
Dorothy Ashby,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Visage,
Maleditus Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
Josef K,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Red Krayola,
Ronnie Foster,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Liliput,
The Sonics,
Crooked Eye,
Delta 5,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rotary Connection,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rufus Thomas,
Wings,
The Velvet Underground,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Man Eating Sloth,
DJ Sneak,
Sonny Sharrock,
Altered Images,
CMW,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Pop Group,
Roxy Music,
The Selecter,
Massinfluence,
The Busters,
Sam Rivers,
Nico,
Reagan Youth,
Cluster,
Howard Jones,
X-Ray Spex,
The Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pere Ubu,
Loose Ends,
Funkadelic,
E-Dancer,
Siglo XX,
Scan 7,
The Cure,
The Slackers,
Nick Fraelich,
Isaac Hayes,
JFA,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.