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 Montenegro and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 Radiohead to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Dave Gahan,
E-Dancer,
Lightning Bolt,
Fugazi,
Lebanon Hanover,
Michelle Simonal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pet Shop Boys,
June Days,
Freddie Wadling,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gong,
Smog,
Sun City Girls,
The Fortunes,
Yaz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rufus Thomas,
Donny Hathaway,
Jandek,
Bill Near,
Ornette Coleman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joey Negro,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Peter & Gordon,
Dark Day,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Smoke,
Black Bananas,
The New Christs,
Jerry's Kids,
Adolescents,
Quantec,
Y Pants,
T. Rex,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nico,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ohio Players,
Theoretical Girls,
Robert Görl,
Fela Kuti,
Cluster,
Jimmy McGriff,
Subhumans,
Henry Cow,
Tim Buckley,
FM Einheit,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tomorrow,
Al Stewart,
Soul II Soul,
The Star Department,
The Litter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Khruangbin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Skriet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.