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 Antigua and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Kool Moe Dee 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy 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?
Skriet,
Spandau Ballet,
E-Dancer,
Hasil Adkins,
Laurel Aitken,
The Searchers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Boz Scaggs,
Scion,
Blossom Toes,
LL Cool J,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Television Personalities,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Sonics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Michelle Simonal,
The Modern Lovers,
Buzzcocks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dennis Brown,
Pantytec,
Neil Young,
Brothers Johnson,
The Wake,
Chrome,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sparks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alice Coltrane,
Graham Central Station,
Morten Harket,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rekid,
The Dave Clark Five,
Anthony Braxton,
Deepchord,
June Days,
Second Layer,
Albert Ayler,
Marshall Jefferson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stetsasonic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hot Snakes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eddi Front,
Deadbeat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Electric Prunes,
Los Fastidios,
The American Breed,
Negative Approach,
The Smoke,
The Cramps,
Matthew Halsall,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Holt,
Scott Walker,
Janne Schatter,
Steve Hackett,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.