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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar 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 Brand Nubian 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Cluster,
Deakin,
Siglo XX,
The Move,
The Angels of Light,
The Walker Brothers,
Essential Logic,
Barbara Tucker,
ABC,
The Offenders,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Howard Jones,
Das Ding,
Kayak,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kas Product,
Graham Central Station,
Agitation Free,
Maurizio,
Theoretical Girls,
The Standells,
Bang On A Can,
Outsiders,
Nick Fraelich,
Little Man,
New York Dolls,
Lyres,
The Techniques,
Minny Pops,
Public Enemy,
Ituana,
Deepchord,
Silicon Teens,
Thompson Twins,
Roger Hodgson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rapeman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Negative Approach,
Supertramp,
Dawn Penn,
Skarface,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Barracudas,
Black Flag,
Adolescents,
Ossler,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wolf Eyes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Maleditus Sound,
Scratch Acid,
Dave Gahan,
The American Breed,
Make Up,
AZ,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Monks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Leaves,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.