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 Equatorial Guinea and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Carl Craig to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
La Düsseldorf,
Von Mondo,
Lightning Bolt,
Youth Brigade,
Slick Rick,
Maleditus Sound,
Lindisfarne,
The Gladiators,
Andrew Hill,
X-101,
Tubeway Army,
Gichy Dan,
Boz Scaggs,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minutemen,
The Gories,
Ossler,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Godley & Creme,
Prince Buster,
Supertramp,
Agitation Free,
These Immortal Souls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Angry Samoans,
David McCallum,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deakin,
Soul II Soul,
Morten Harket,
The Searchers,
the Sonics,
The Smiths,
Saccharine Trust,
The Knickerbockers,
Eden Ahbez,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Moebius,
The Barracudas,
Nas,
Bobby Sherman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Half Japanese,
The Fugs,
Depeche Mode,
Dual Sessions,
Mandrill,
Lou Reed,
Flipper,
Dawn Penn,
The J.B.'s,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Evens,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.