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 Oman and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wally Richardson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
The Tremeloes,
The Fuzztones,
Audionom,
Lou Reed,
Oneida,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jerry's Kids,
Marine Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nas,
Skaos,
Shoche,
Traffic Nightmare,
Danielle Patucci,
Dead Boys,
Smog,
Freddie Wadling,
The Martian,
Ludus,
Inner City,
The Seeds,
Howard Jones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roxette,
Yusef Lateef,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
E-Dancer,
Ituana,
Kenny Larkin,
Harmonia,
Skriet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang Starr,
Minnie Riperton,
Heaven 17,
Nirvana,
Skarface,
Black Flag,
Rufus Thomas,
Soft Cell,
Tres Demented,
Thee Headcoats,
Kurtis Blow,
The Modern Lovers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eden Ahbez,
Section 25,
The Electric Prunes,
Charles Mingus,
Swell Maps,
The Red Krayola,
The Pretty Things,
Camouflage,
Stereo Dub,
Television Personalities,
Saccharine Trust,
The Misunderstood,
Soulsonic Force,
Yellowson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.