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 Seychelles and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 Basic Channel to the electroclash 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Janne Schatter,
Q65,
Skarface,
Harry Pussy,
Trumans Water,
Bang On A Can,
Morten Harket,
Yazoo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Derrick May,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
La Düsseldorf,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultra Naté,
Arab on Radar,
The Moleskins,
The Skatalites,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kurtis Blow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gap Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vainqueur,
Throbbing Gristle,
Au Pairs,
Ken Boothe,
Warren Ellis,
Anakelly,
Carl Craig,
Rufus Thomas,
Brand Nubian,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bootsy Collins,
Massinfluence,
Heaven 17,
Saccharine Trust,
June Days,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Leaves,
Davy DMX,
Tommy Roe,
Brothers Johnson,
The Victims,
Eric Copeland,
The Fugs,
Michelle Simonal,
Brass Construction,
Neu!,
Silicon Teens,
Mantronix,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Average White Band,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.