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 Comoros and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Barclay James Harvest 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Thompson Twins,
E-Dancer,
Don Cherry,
Blancmange,
Camberwell Now,
Rites of Spring,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Inner City,
The Remains,
John Cale,
The Monochrome Set,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Henry Cow,
Cecil Taylor,
Charles Mingus,
Surgeon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soulsonic Force,
Thee Headcoats,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Albert Ayler,
Massinfluence,
Yazoo,
Joe Smooth,
Soft Machine,
L. Decosne,
MC5,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Maurizio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Moon,
Ten City,
The Beau Brummels,
Adolescents,
Maleditus Sound,
Mandrill,
Bluetip,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tommy Roe,
Gabor Szabo,
Monks,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang Starr,
Dave Gahan,
Soft Cell,
Little Man,
Newcleus,
Roy Ayers,
Skarface,
T. Rex,
ABBA,
Ultravox,
Schoolly D,
Electric Prunes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Howard Jones,
DNA,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pere Ubu,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.