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 Togo and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Television to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ronan,
Quadrant,
Echospace,
The Residents,
The Neon Judgement,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Guru Guru,
Bush Tetras,
Infiniti,
T.S.O.L.,
New York Dolls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marc Almond,
David Bowie,
Fad Gadget,
The Remains,
Johnny Clarke,
Patti Smith,
Arthur Verocai,
Yellowson,
David McCallum,
Bob Dylan,
Motorama,
Stetsasonic,
Nico,
Wings,
Colin Newman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Basic Channel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Blossom Toes,
Matthew Bourne,
LL Cool J,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Spoonie Gee,
Symarip,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Saints,
Wally Richardson,
Henry Cow,
Alton Ellis,
X-Ray Spex,
Derrick Morgan,
Lyres,
Nik Kershaw,
Television,
Maleditus Sound,
Brass Construction,
Con Funk Shun,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lalann,
The Angels of Light,
The Vogues,
The Index,
Pussy Galore,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gladiators,
One Last Wish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.