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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 The Smiths to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sandy B,
The Techniques,
Tommy Roe,
Hoover,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bauhaus,
The Music Machine,
The Residents,
Isaac Hayes,
T. Rex,
Cal Tjader,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grauzone,
The Young Rascals,
The Names,
the Sonics,
The Busters,
Ohio Players,
Smog,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Suicide,
Duran Duran,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The American Breed,
UT,
Scott Walker,
Pagans,
The Gap Band,
Rekid,
June Days,
Nirvana,
Urselle,
The Smiths,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Associates,
EPMD,
Flipper,
FM Einheit,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gabor Szabo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Buckinghams,
X-102,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nico,
Circle Jerks,
Eli Mardock,
ABBA,
Stereo Dub,
Letta Mbulu,
Harry Pussy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Maleditus Sound,
the Swans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Judy Mowatt,
Faust,
Metal Thangz,
Kerrie Biddell,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.