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 Malaysia and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Angels of Light to the punk 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Shuggie Otis,
The Offenders,
Hashim,
Jerry's Kids,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Terry Callier,
Unrelated Segments,
Chris Corsano,
This Heat,
Lyres,
Sun Ra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Magma,
Minny Pops,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Howard Jones,
Aloha Tigers,
The Victims,
Lindisfarne,
The Star Department,
Joe Finger,
The Names,
Oneida,
Rites of Spring,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Sherman,
John Foxx,
Cluster,
LL Cool J,
Barclay James Harvest,
Saccharine Trust,
Eli Mardock,
The Divine Comedy,
Lucky Dragons,
Icehouse,
Glenn Branca,
Essential Logic,
Dark Day,
Eddi Front,
Tropical Tobacco,
Intrusion,
Section 25,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The United States of America,
The Golliwogs,
The Young Rascals,
Soulsonic Force,
T.S.O.L.,
Carl Craig,
Visage,
Subhumans,
X-102,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Average White Band,
One Last Wish,
Fear,
The Wake,
Alphaville,
Tim Buckley,
Funkadelic,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.