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 Ireland and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 Mark Hollis to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Wire,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scott Walker,
Smog,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rites of Spring,
Crime,
Flipper,
Terrestrial Tones,
June Days,
Rod Modell,
Simply Red,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ornette Coleman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Invisible,
Skaos,
Index,
Pylon,
Outsiders,
X-Ray Spex,
Patti Smith,
A Certain Ratio,
Supertramp,
Gerry Rafferty,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sex Pistols,
Delta 5,
Nirvana,
Malaria!,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eddi Front,
Ultra Naté,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Wake,
This Heat,
Tears for Fears,
The Detroit Cobras,
Skriet,
Stereo Dub,
KRS-One,
Mantronix,
The Monochrome Set,
Sun Ra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Zero Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gil Scott Heron,
FM Einheit,
The Pretty Things,
the Association,
Glenn Branca,
The Searchers,
Severed Heads,
Leonard Cohen,
The Leaves,
Mission of Burma,
Gabor Szabo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.