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 Malta and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Captain Beefheart 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 John Lydon to the funk 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
The Human League,
Guru Guru,
The Standells,
Cluster,
Bobby Byrd,
Simply Red,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
X-102,
Sound Behaviour,
Joy Division,
The Slits,
The Saints,
X-Ray Spex,
Aswad,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Heaven 17,
Sun Ra,
Symarip,
The New Christs,
the Bar-Kays,
Soft Cell,
John Coltrane,
Sister Nancy,
Terry Callier,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Amazonics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eddi Front,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cybotron,
Carl Craig,
Rekid,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Malaria!,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marc Almond,
Kerri Chandler,
ABC,
Delon & Dalcan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Y Pants,
Whodini,
The Real Kids,
Rod Modell,
Scion,
Scrapy,
the Soft Cell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Henry Cow,
Mo-Dettes,
Drexciya,
Byron Stingily,
Todd Terry,
Gang of Four,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cecil Taylor,
The Sonics,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.