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 France and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the electroclash 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Deadbeat,
Gabor Szabo,
Franke,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Golliwogs,
Funky Four + One,
The Gladiators,
The Vogues,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Divine Comedy,
Desert Stars,
Gong,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Seeds,
Peter and Kerry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Duran Duran,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Evens,
Cluster,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ken Boothe,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Normal,
Bush Tetras,
Sarah Menescal,
The Offenders,
Brick,
Skriet,
Darondo,
Soul II Soul,
Saccharine Trust,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Echospace,
Bobby Byrd,
The Victims,
Amazonics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Flag,
Buzzcocks,
Althea and Donna,
Das Ding,
Skarface,
DJ Style,
Charles Mingus,
The Human League,
Lee Hazlewood,
Goldenarms,
Anthony Braxton,
Donald Byrd,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Durutti Column,
Organ,
Jawbox,
Zapp,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & 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.