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 France and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lalo Schifrin to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
The Gories,
the Sonics,
Tears for Fears,
Graham Central Station,
Barbara Tucker,
Underground Resistance,
Soft Cell,
Lucky Dragons,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minutemen,
The Blues Magoos,
8 Eyed Spy,
Josef K,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stereo Dub,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fat Boys,
Pantaleimon,
Lakeside,
The Associates,
Slick Rick,
Ice-T,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Schoolly D,
Pere Ubu,
Soul II Soul,
The Gap Band,
Nas,
Symarip,
Tubeway Army,
The Dirtbombs,
F. McDonald,
Jawbox,
Technova,
Alice Coltrane,
The Electric Prunes,
Chris Corsano,
Moby Grape,
Barrington Levy,
New York Dolls,
Electric Prunes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Holt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Pus,
Half Japanese,
Nation of Ulysses,
Man Parrish,
Sandy B,
The Seeds,
Masters at Work,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Theoretical Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang Green,
Interpol,
Panda Bear,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.