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 Nigeria and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum 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 D'Angelo to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kerrie Biddell,
B.T. Express,
Terry Callier,
Kerri Chandler,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Outsiders,
Shoche,
Andrew Hill,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Alarm Clocks,
Desert Stars,
Dead Boys,
World's Most,
The Kinks,
Surgeon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sun City Girls,
Roxette,
Spandau Ballet,
The Modern Lovers,
Spoonie Gee,
The Slits,
Tears for Fears,
Peter & Gordon,
Joey Negro,
Cluster,
kango's stein massive,
Pantaleimon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Quando Quango,
The United States of America,
Buzzcocks,
Interpol,
Joyce Sims,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lucky Dragons,
The Residents,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Susan Cadogan,
The Zeros,
Mad Mike,
June Days,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bush Tetras,
Soft Cell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Malaria!,
The Five Americans,
Second Layer,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Suburban Knight,
Ornette Coleman,
Yaz,
Ituana,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.