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 Ireland and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet 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 Country Teasers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Von Mondo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Quantec,
the Soft Cell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Public Image Ltd.,
cv313,
The Zeros,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Last Poets,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fuzztones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Accadde A,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rosa Yemen,
Henry Cow,
Flipper,
Quando Quango,
Magma,
Hasil Adkins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Real Kids,
Brand Nubian,
The Fall,
Kayak,
Ken Boothe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gories,
Bill Wells,
The Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare,
John Lydon,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fear,
B.T. Express,
Surgeon,
Cheater Slicks,
Pantytec,
Lou Reed,
Gang of Four,
These Immortal Souls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Bananas,
Delta 5,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Blackbyrds,
Los Fastidios,
Blancmange,
Stereo Dub,
AZ,
Public Enemy,
Eli Mardock,
The Fugs,
Banda Bassotti,
Glenn Branca,
Spandau Ballet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.