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 Bangladesh and from Mumbai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 DNA to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion 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?
The Fortunes,
the Slits,
Marc Almond,
Porter Ricks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
OOIOO,
Althea and Donna,
Das Ding,
Simply Red,
Soul II Soul,
Amazonics,
Ultravox,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Shuggie Otis,
John Foxx,
Dark Day,
Vainqueur,
Icehouse,
Infiniti,
Gang Green,
D'Angelo,
T.S.O.L.,
The Black Dice,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Slackers,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tres Demented,
Pere Ubu,
Fad Gadget,
New Age Steppers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Moon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Altered Images,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fatback Band,
Wire,
The Beau Brummels,
Juan Atkins,
The Pop Group,
Lyres,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Curtis Mayfield,
kango's stein massive,
Camberwell Now,
8 Eyed Spy,
Michelle Simonal,
Freddie Wadling,
Terrestrial Tones,
Piero Umiliani,
Oneida,
Susan Cadogan,
Sam Rivers,
The Gap Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Parry Music,
CMW,
Brothers Johnson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Modern Lovers,
Liliput,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.