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 Zambia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Maurizio 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dirtbombs,
These Immortal Souls,
The Doors,
Infiniti,
Hashim,
The New Christs,
The Cramps,
The Selecter,
The Raincoats,
The Busters,
Second Layer,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Electric Prunes,
Cymande,
The Litter,
Cheater Slicks,
Metal Thangz,
Wally Richardson,
Average White Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sight & Sound,
Cybotron,
The Remains,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Motorama,
Gabor Szabo,
Camberwell Now,
Wire,
Nas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kas Product,
Los Fastidios,
Donald Byrd,
Joy Division,
Scott Walker,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Babytalk,
Ossler,
Graham Central Station,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Zapp,
Moby Grape,
Boz Scaggs,
Pulsallama,
Negative Approach,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sister Nancy,
Sandy B,
Patti Smith,
Quantec,
Schoolly D,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aural Exciters,
Ponytail,
Index,
Minor Threat,
China Crisis,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.