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 Guinea-Bissau and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Lyon and Shanghai.
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 organ 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 Big Daddy Kane to the rap 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe 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 rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
The Angels of Light,
Wire,
The Offenders,
Piero Umiliani,
Nik Kershaw,
Drive Like Jehu,
Maurizio,
The American Breed,
Patti Smith,
Index,
Gabor Szabo,
Maleditus Sound,
Royal Trux,
Nico,
The Sonics,
Eurythmics,
E-Dancer,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Massinfluence,
The Leaves,
Carl Craig,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dead Boys,
Darondo,
Godley & Creme,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eddi Front,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mission of Burma,
Liliput,
Mr. Review,
The Blues Magoos,
Roy Ayers,
Faust,
CMW,
Glenn Branca,
Joensuu 1685,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kerri Chandler,
Aural Exciters,
OOIOO,
The Electric Prunes,
Lucky Dragons,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nils Olav,
Hardrive,
Peter and Kerry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Morten Harket,
Blancmange,
LL Cool J,
Eli Mardock,
Outsiders,
Bobby Byrd,
Pantytec,
the Sonics,
The Kinks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DNA,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.