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 Kazakhstan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 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 Crooked Eye to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Royal Family And The Poor,
China Crisis,
Little Man,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Guru Guru,
Nico,
Soul II Soul,
James White and The Blacks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grauzone,
Laurel Aitken,
Sam Rivers,
Graham Central Station,
Marc Almond,
Cymande,
the Normal,
Howard Jones,
Funky Four + One,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Public Image Ltd.,
Arab on Radar,
David Axelrod,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fluxion,
June Days,
The Associates,
The Monks,
Q and Not U,
Simply Red,
The Offenders,
Amazonics,
Sällskapet,
Basic Channel,
Tomorrow,
Aural Exciters,
Slave,
Malaria!,
Pantytec,
Adolescents,
Bang On A Can,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Anakelly,
the Human League,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Main Source,
Depeche Mode,
Aswad,
Duran Duran,
Arthur Verocai,
The Knickerbockers,
Monolake,
Outsiders,
The Smiths,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sparks,
Cal Tjader,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Blake Baxter,
Davy DMX,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.