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 Vietnam and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Essential Logic to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Anthony Braxton,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eden Ahbez,
In Retrospect,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Magazine,
Toni Rubio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Modern Lovers,
The Victims,
La Düsseldorf,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marmalade,
Zapp,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Flag,
the Soft Cell,
Ohio Players,
The Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
Visage,
Essential Logic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dennis Brown,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Walker Brothers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roy Ayers,
F. McDonald,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sällskapet,
Tom Boy,
Subhumans,
The Pretty Things,
Intrusion,
Darondo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wolf Eyes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Von Mondo,
Nas,
Lightning Bolt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mark Hollis,
Television Personalities,
The Sonics,
Johnny Clarke,
Slick Rick,
Bush Tetras,
The Saints,
Stiv Bators,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Swell Maps,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cecil Taylor,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bill Near,
Porter Ricks,
Kayak,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.