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 Italy and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Moleskins to the jazz 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Agent Orange,
The Searchers,
Country Teasers,
Monks,
Roxette,
Kerrie Biddell,
In Retrospect,
Rod Modell,
Harmonia,
EPMD,
Morten Harket,
Sound Behaviour,
Donald Byrd,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Boredoms,
Cal Tjader,
CMW,
Rakim,
Sonny Sharrock,
AZ,
Sparks,
The Angels of Light,
Eli Mardock,
Brick,
Technova,
Jesper Dahlback,
Quando Quango,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cymande,
The Buckinghams,
Wire,
Angry Samoans,
Yazoo,
Patti Smith,
The Invisible,
Grandmaster Flash,
Heaven 17,
Dead Boys,
Black Sheep,
Deepchord,
Silicon Teens,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Duran Duran,
Japan,
Rufus Thomas,
Sonic Youth,
Brass Construction,
Michelle Simonal,
Sexual Harrassment,
Monolake,
Ludus,
Au Pairs,
The Saints,
Todd Rundgren,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.