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 Mauritius and from Taipei.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sound Behaviour to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Colin Newman,
Sex Pistols,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Stooges,
Aural Exciters,
Terry Callier,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arcadia,
Joy Division,
The Busters,
Masters at Work,
Agent Orange,
Maleditus Sound,
Bronski Beat,
Agitation Free,
Easy Going,
Arab on Radar,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fugazi,
FM Einheit,
DNA,
Crooked Eye,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grauzone,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roy Ayers,
Tim Buckley,
Nas,
Motorama,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Young Marble Giants,
Spoonie Gee,
The Angels of Light,
Lalo Schifrin,
Basic Channel,
Godley & Creme,
Surgeon,
Rotary Connection,
Quando Quango,
World's Most,
Dual Sessions,
Gichy Dan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Peter & Gordon,
Organ,
Thee Headcoats,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lakeside,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Victims,
Nico,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Copeland,
The Dirtbombs,
Swell Maps,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nirvana,
Lightning Bolt,
Mad Mike,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.