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 New Zealand and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
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 synthesizer 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 Hardrive to the grime 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Stetsasonic,
Colin Newman,
The Smiths,
Wire,
Basic Channel,
Cameo,
Aaron Thompson,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Misunderstood,
Buzzcocks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brass Construction,
Glenn Branca,
Dead Boys,
The Sound,
Wasted Youth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Henry Cow,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eli Mardock,
Dark Day,
Minny Pops,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Godley & Creme,
Television,
Iggy Pop,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cramps,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Zeros,
Duran Duran,
James White and The Blacks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cluster,
Cal Tjader,
Accadde A,
Patti Smith,
These Immortal Souls,
Bob Dylan,
Judy Mowatt,
Surgeon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barrington Levy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Leonard Cohen,
Organ,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ludus,
Yusef Lateef,
The Residents,
Gang Green,
The Sonics,
The Divine Comedy,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tres Demented,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fela Kuti,
The Golliwogs,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.