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 St Lucia and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet 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 Radiohead to the rap 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Skriet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Japan,
The Durutti Column,
Monks,
Mark Hollis,
Sam Rivers,
Livin' Joy,
Oneida,
Depeche Mode,
Banda Bassotti,
Outsiders,
The New Christs,
Brick,
Aswad,
Tubeway Army,
The Human League,
Zapp,
Fad Gadget,
La Düsseldorf,
Funkadelic,
Peter and Kerry,
The Beau Brummels,
Spoonie Gee,
Eve St. Jones,
The Angels of Light,
D'Angelo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Misunderstood,
the Fania All-Stars,
Flipper,
Junior Murvin,
the Germs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Letta Mbulu,
Unrelated Segments,
The Divine Comedy,
Nirvana,
Lakeside,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Moon,
R.M.O.,
Black Bananas,
Supertramp,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marc Almond,
Ken Boothe,
Aloha Tigers,
Slick Rick,
Cymande,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Five Americans,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Womack,
Oblivians,
Tom Boy,
John Holt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang of Four,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.