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 South Africa and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Adolescents to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
T. Rex,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Faust,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joy Division,
John Cale,
The Victims,
Pantytec,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
MC5,
Mo-Dettes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Freddie Wadling,
Radio Birdman,
Television Personalities,
Godley & Creme,
Thompson Twins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Groovy Waters,
Sandy B,
Trumans Water,
Aural Exciters,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Standells,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Country Teasers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Liliput,
The Fortunes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cal Tjader,
Agitation Free,
The Sonics,
Sällskapet,
Althea and Donna,
The Remains,
Pharoah Sanders,
Harpers Bizarre,
China Crisis,
Cameo,
Rekid,
KRS-One,
Amazonics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ornette Coleman,
Donny Hathaway,
Yellowson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lucky Dragons,
Pussy Galore,
Minnie Riperton,
Archie Shepp,
Wally Richardson,
Janne Schatter,
The Star Department,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.