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 Switzerland and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Infiniti to the grunge 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Todd Terry,
Pylon,
Average White Band,
The Wake,
Television,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Carl Craig,
Trumans Water,
Kaleidoscope,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hasil Adkins,
Colin Newman,
the Sonics,
Jeff Mills,
Rod Modell,
Liliput,
UT,
10cc,
Marshall Jefferson,
Y Pants,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Technova,
The Toasters,
Dennis Brown,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Half Japanese,
Nico,
Mission of Burma,
Wasted Youth,
Drexciya,
Grandmaster Flash,
Derrick May,
The Stooges,
Spandau Ballet,
David Axelrod,
Roy Ayers,
One Last Wish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Amon Düül,
The Gories,
Essential Logic,
Eurythmics,
Loose Ends,
The Alarm Clocks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eden Ahbez,
Unwound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dawn Penn,
Malaria!,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Blake Baxter,
ABBA,
Blossom Toes,
Cluster,
Donald Byrd,
Depeche Mode,
Crooked Eye,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.