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 Laos and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Alphaville to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
David McCallum,
Girls At Our Best!,
Inner City,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
OOIOO,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Sherman,
The Moody Blues,
Barry Ungar,
The Last Poets,
Ronnie Foster,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Invisible,
Unwound,
Public Enemy,
Todd Rundgren,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Neu!,
The Selecter,
Mo-Dettes,
Technova,
Suicide,
David Bowie,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marine Girls,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joyce Sims,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Model 500,
EPMD,
The Neon Judgement,
Aloha Tigers,
Qualms,
Ituana,
the Association,
The Birthday Party,
MDC,
Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker,
Sound Behaviour,
Matthew Bourne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Trumans Water,
Q65,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Junior Murvin,
Neil Young,
Circle Jerks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Slackers,
a-ha,
The Offenders,
Monks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Steve Hackett,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.