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 Syria and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ice-T to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Banda Bassotti,
Delon & Dalcan,
OOIOO,
Brass Construction,
Dave Gahan,
Yellowson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Busters,
The Seeds,
Lalann,
Sun Ra,
Tubeway Army,
The Cowsills,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Leaves,
Big Daddy Kane,
Moby Grape,
The Five Americans,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Residents,
Jacob Miller,
Rosa Yemen,
Susan Cadogan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Little Man,
Shuggie Otis,
Skriet,
Depeche Mode,
Excepter,
Michelle Simonal,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Saints,
The Divine Comedy,
The New Christs,
Godley & Creme,
Monolake,
Kaleidoscope,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Motions,
Swans,
The Knickerbockers,
Camberwell Now,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Coltrane,
The Buckinghams,
Joyce Sims,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Japan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Harry Pussy,
Fugazi,
Maurizio,
The Skatalites,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soul Sonic Force,
Erasure,
Groovy Waters,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.