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 Norway and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the crunk 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Section 25,
Iggy Pop,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bad Manners,
The Associates,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cowsills,
Swell Maps,
Faust,
David McCallum,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Germs,
June of 44,
World's Most,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Normal,
Danielle Patucci,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stereo Dub,
The Dirtbombs,
Rosa Yemen,
June Days,
Popol Vuh,
Deakin,
the Soft Cell,
Warsaw,
Procol Harum,
T.S.O.L.,
The Dead C,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Liliput,
Aural Exciters,
Jeff Mills,
Reagan Youth,
The Slackers,
Alphaville,
AZ,
Max Romeo,
Marine Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
Franke,
The Residents,
Anakelly,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pet Shop Boys,
LL Cool J,
James White and The Blacks,
MDC,
a-ha,
Amon Düül II,
The Toasters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Ice-T,
Amazonics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scrapy,
Metal Thangz,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.