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 Kosovo and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
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 mellotron 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 Sparks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Procol Harum,
John Coltrane,
Sound Behaviour,
The Happenings,
The Victims,
The Gap Band,
Metal Thangz,
Amon Düül II,
Camouflage,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Golliwogs,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Names,
La Düsseldorf,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jacob Miller,
Slave,
Q and Not U,
The Mojo Men,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Human League,
Ten City,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Parry Music,
Piero Umiliani,
the Soft Cell,
Silicon Teens,
Thompson Twins,
Joyce Sims,
Rotary Connection,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tommy Roe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Oneida,
Fatback Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Moss Icon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jeff Lynne,
Popol Vuh,
Peter and Kerry,
Gong,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
cv313,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Danielle Patucci,
Flash Fearless,
Mary Jane Girls,
Shoche,
FM Einheit,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soulsonic Force,
Tears for Fears,
Brand Nubian,
Con Funk Shun,
Eli Mardock,
John Lydon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dorothy Ashby,
Motorama,
Soul II Soul,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.