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 Haiti and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 Terrestrial Tones to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
David McCallum,
Marine Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fear,
Guru Guru,
Average White Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gories,
Cameo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kaleidoscope,
Albert Ayler,
Mr. Review,
Metal Thangz,
John Foxx,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bush Tetras,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Count Five,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Suicide,
Rotary Connection,
Goldenarms,
UT,
Zero Boys,
The Smiths,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Byrd,
Alton Ellis,
Spandau Ballet,
Basic Channel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joensuu 1685,
X-102,
Skriet,
The Toasters,
Magma,
Minny Pops,
Organ,
The Associates,
Dawn Penn,
Roxette,
Flipper,
Sonny Sharrock,
OOIOO,
Bad Manners,
Roy Ayers,
Underground Resistance,
Ossler,
Pole,
Con Funk Shun,
The Doors,
Isaac Hayes,
Monolake,
Schoolly D,
Tears for Fears,
Crime,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.