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 Ghana and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scan 7 to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Circle Jerks,
Maleditus Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scratch Acid,
Rod Modell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mission of Burma,
OOIOO,
Blancmange,
LL Cool J,
Kerri Chandler,
Davy DMX,
Gregory Isaacs,
Amon Düül,
Patti Smith,
Nick Fraelich,
Roxy Music,
Flash Fearless,
Gang Starr,
The Evens,
Guru Guru,
The Moody Blues,
Sam Rivers,
Tomorrow,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kas Product,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ronnie Foster,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lyres,
Ronan,
Sparks,
Whodini,
Franke,
Lakeside,
Dave Gahan,
Mark Hollis,
Tears for Fears,
cv313,
Nation of Ulysses,
Excepter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pagans,
Crooked Eye,
Hoover,
Eve St. Jones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eric B and Rakim,
Radiohead,
Amon Düül II,
Fat Boys,
Brand Nubian,
F. McDonald,
X-Ray Spex,
The Monks,
China Crisis,
Agent Orange,
The Saints,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Derrick Morgan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.