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 Samoa and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Can to the disco 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fad Gadget,
Roger Hodgson,
The Modern Lovers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Underground Resistance,
Jawbox,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aural Exciters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aloha Tigers,
Godley & Creme,
Eric Copeland,
Rapeman,
The Beau Brummels,
the Human League,
Nik Kershaw,
Visage,
The Remains,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Holt,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bob Dylan,
Sixth Finger,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jacob Miller,
The Slits,
Marc Almond,
June Days,
Youth Brigade,
Au Pairs,
New Age Steppers,
Kayak,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mars,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gladiators,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Dirtbombs,
Joe Smooth,
Fat Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Busters,
Intrusion,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Byron Stingily,
Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Quando Quango,
Delta 5,
Bang On A Can,
New York Dolls,
Public Enemy,
Eli Mardock,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Swans,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.