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 Bolivia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Gil Scott Heron to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
The Smiths,
Lou Reed,
John Holt,
Wolf Eyes,
Junior Murvin,
The Evens,
Mantronix,
David McCallum,
Soft Machine,
Pantaleimon,
James White and The Blacks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Donald Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Chrome,
Slick Rick,
ABC,
The Pop Group,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Janne Schatter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
H. Thieme,
Massinfluence,
The Move,
The Neon Judgement,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
X-102,
Bobby Womack,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mars,
Jimmy McGriff,
Can,
The Raincoats,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scrapy,
Public Enemy,
Lou Christie,
Vainqueur,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Happenings,
Tim Buckley,
Kurtis Blow,
Steve Hackett,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Modern Lovers,
Prince Buster,
Rotary Connection,
Barclay James Harvest,
Von Mondo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Hood,
Television,
Banda Bassotti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Swans,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.