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 El Salvador and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet 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 Smog to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Junior Murvin,
Rites of Spring,
Visage,
Malaria!,
Heaven 17,
The Fuzztones,
Davy DMX,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultimate Spinach,
R.M.O.,
The Move,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Liliput,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cheater Slicks,
The Grass Roots,
The Electric Prunes,
Television,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Derrick Morgan,
The Invisible,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Monks,
Ten City,
The Slackers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oneida,
Bauhaus,
The Trojans,
Wally Richardson,
Quando Quango,
Wasted Youth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fortunes,
Robert Hood,
Matthew Bourne,
DJ Sneak,
Man Eating Sloth,
Prince Buster,
John Lydon,
Lyres,
KRS-One,
The Dave Clark Five,
Steve Hackett,
X-Ray Spex,
In Retrospect,
New Order,
Tom Boy,
Duran Duran,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Depeche Mode,
Lucky Dragons,
Deadbeat,
T. Rex,
48th St. Collective,
Suburban Knight,
Blake Baxter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.