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 Mexico and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin 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 Morten Harket to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cowsills,
Laurel Aitken,
X-101,
Eurythmics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Magma,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Metal Thangz,
The Five Americans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Steve Hackett,
Dark Day,
Boredoms,
L. Decosne,
The Grass Roots,
Intrusion,
Unrelated Segments,
Sparks,
Roxy Music,
Massinfluence,
Marvin Gaye,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Davy DMX,
Black Pus,
Excepter,
Echospace,
Nico,
Con Funk Shun,
MC5,
Swans,
Alphaville,
Dead Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Prince Buster,
Jeff Lynne,
Smog,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soulsonic Force,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Mandrill,
Albert Ayler,
Television Personalities,
The Cure,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lyres,
The Fortunes,
Eden Ahbez,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fuzztones,
The Slackers,
These Immortal Souls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sonic Youth,
Roxette,
Pantytec,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.