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 Iceland and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 Heaven 17 to the punk 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
The Fire Engines,
The Young Rascals,
Bronski Beat,
Delta 5,
Eli Mardock,
Minutemen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Smog,
Alphaville,
Sonic Youth,
Gil Scott Heron,
R.M.O.,
Letta Mbulu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Interpol,
The Slackers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
K-Klass,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Danielle Patucci,
Aural Exciters,
H. Thieme,
Eden Ahbez,
The Misunderstood,
The Selecter,
Pole,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Livin' Joy,
The Gladiators,
Godley & Creme,
Gang Starr,
Erasure,
The Five Americans,
Pulsallama,
Chrome,
Depeche Mode,
Juan Atkins,
FM Einheit,
The Music Machine,
Fear,
Radiohead,
Silicon Teens,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Byron Stingily,
Man Parrish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Beau Brummels,
Lalann,
The Standells,
Flash Fearless,
Barclay James Harvest,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.