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 Costa Rica and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Monks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Pus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Inner City,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Buzzcocks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Subhumans,
Sun City Girls,
Pierre Henry,
Monks,
The Moody Blues,
Animal Collective,
The Human League,
Infiniti,
The Buckinghams,
The Dirtbombs,
The Smoke,
Sex Pistols,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Dead C,
Eric Copeland,
Tropical Tobacco,
Unwound,
Jandek,
Davy DMX,
Vladislav Delay,
Depeche Mode,
Skarface,
Spoonie Gee,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Sonics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
cv313,
Zero Boys,
Bush Tetras,
Fad Gadget,
Second Layer,
The Victims,
La Düsseldorf,
Dave Gahan,
Marvin Gaye,
Leonard Cohen,
Hot Snakes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Flag,
Easy Going,
Ronnie Foster,
the Human League,
Sun Ra,
Faraquet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Duran Duran,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Slits,
The Five Americans,
The Evens,
Colin Newman,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.