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 Poland and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Bronski Beat to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Robert Hood,
Marc Almond,
Unwound,
The Gap Band,
Skriet,
Neil Young,
The Pretty Things,
Faraquet,
Bobby Womack,
Freddie Wadling,
The Real Kids,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Techniques,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fire Engines,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kas Product,
The Sound,
Silicon Teens,
Bush Tetras,
Flash Fearless,
the Sonics,
Pole,
10cc,
The Five Americans,
Peter and Kerry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
June Days,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nico,
The Cramps,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Magma,
Mr. Review,
The Black Dice,
Kenny Larkin,
Sällskapet,
Sight & Sound,
The Fortunes,
the Slits,
The Saints,
Peter & Gordon,
Arab on Radar,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jacques Brel,
Sarah Menescal,
Liliput,
Soft Machine,
Suicide,
The Busters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Simply Red,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Symarip,
JFA,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.