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 Trinidad & Tobago and from London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 R.M.O. to the grime 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
World's Most,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fatback Band,
Tommy Roe,
Panda Bear,
Newcleus,
Television,
Wings,
The Index,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Pus,
Interpol,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crash Course in Science,
China Crisis,
The Busters,
Joey Negro,
10cc,
The Offenders,
David Axelrod,
The Grass Roots,
Sixth Finger,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grauzone,
Urselle,
Tim Buckley,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Moebius,
Theoretical Girls,
Barry Ungar,
Liliput,
Patti Smith,
The Fuzztones,
Index,
Jesper Dahlback,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marc Almond,
The Last Poets,
The Star Department,
New Order,
Eric Copeland,
Eli Mardock,
KRS-One,
48th St. Collective,
Alphaville,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dark Day,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bronski Beat,
Matthew Bourne,
Amon Düül II,
Essential Logic,
Stiv Bators,
The Monochrome Set,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.