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 Seychelles and from Edmonton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 A Certain Ratio to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fuzztones,
Lucky Dragons,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cal Tjader,
David McCallum,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Offenders,
Cymande,
Jacques Brel,
Excepter,
The Dirtbombs,
Isaac Hayes,
The Searchers,
Hardrive,
Interpol,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scrapy,
LL Cool J,
Sight & Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Flag,
Warren Ellis,
The Slits,
Grey Daturas,
Echospace,
Lightning Bolt,
Eden Ahbez,
Wally Richardson,
Ponytail,
The Last Poets,
Matthew Bourne,
The Music Machine,
F. McDonald,
The Names,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Radio Birdman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Toasters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Faust,
Davy DMX,
Dorothy Ashby,
Circle Jerks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Little Man,
Mo-Dettes,
Blossom Toes,
The American Breed,
Urselle,
Panda Bear,
Technova,
Theoretical Girls,
Bauhaus,
Y Pants,
Sparks,
Jeff Mills,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.