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 Iraq and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Michael McDonald 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide 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?
R.M.O.,
OOIOO,
Blake Baxter,
Silicon Teens,
Nils Olav,
Laurel Aitken,
Marc Almond,
Metal Thangz,
John Holt,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joy Division,
Idris Muhammad,
kango's stein massive,
The Barracudas,
Hashim,
Livin' Joy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Clear Light,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Animal Collective,
Dennis Brown,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jawbox,
Stereo Dub,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cymande,
Ultravox,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Organ,
Television,
Simply Red,
Second Layer,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jeff Mills,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Faust,
Barry Ungar,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tomorrow,
Grauzone,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rekid,
David Bowie,
Sarah Menescal,
The Smoke,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lower 48,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Stooges,
PIL,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Germs,
Skaos,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bang On A Can,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.