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 Netherlands and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar 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 Fela Kuti to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
the Germs,
Television,
Derrick May,
Echospace,
The Fall,
Johnny Osbourne,
Maleditus Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
Buzzcocks,
The Beau Brummels,
Fad Gadget,
Amon Düül II,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mo-Dettes,
Section 25,
The Litter,
The Moleskins,
Blake Baxter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Quantec,
Magma,
Sex Pistols,
Anakelly,
Joyce Sims,
Toni Rubio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lakeside,
Derrick Morgan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cowsills,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Swans,
Thee Headcoats,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Sonics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mr. Review,
The Cure,
Piero Umiliani,
Nick Fraelich,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nils Olav,
Lebanon Hanover,
Blossom Toes,
Charles Mingus,
Flipper,
The Monks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joensuu 1685,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Seeds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camouflage,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
ABC,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.