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 Uruguay and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pulsallama to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
The Count Five,
Eve St. Jones,
Joey Negro,
Wally Richardson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Human League,
Rosa Yemen,
MC5,
Lalann,
Sexual Harrassment,
Radio Birdman,
Robert Wyatt,
Ituana,
Crash Course in Science,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dawn Penn,
Rod Modell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Skarface,
Barrington Levy,
Maurizio,
Fad Gadget,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sonic Youth,
The Moody Blues,
David Bowie,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Public Enemy,
Khruangbin,
Sex Pistols,
Simply Red,
Ralphi Rosario,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DNA,
The Cure,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soulsonic Force,
Barry Ungar,
Eden Ahbez,
The Smiths,
Eli Mardock,
Derrick Morgan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stiv Bators,
Cameo,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric B and Rakim,
Angry Samoans,
The Young Rascals,
Amazonics,
Mo-Dettes,
Rekid,
Lungfish,
Jawbox,
The Cowsills,
Darondo,
Arab on Radar,
Scratch Acid,
Marshall Jefferson,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.