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 Palau and from London.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Barracudas to the rap 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Moebius,
Yellowson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marshall Jefferson,
The Dead C,
Kerrie Biddell,
Connie Case,
Ronan,
Masters at Work,
Panda Bear,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Moody Blues,
FM Einheit,
Goldenarms,
Motorama,
Robert Hood,
The Monochrome Set,
Sexual Harrassment,
Public Enemy,
EPMD,
Alton Ellis,
Reuben Wilson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Schoolly D,
Wasted Youth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Harmonia,
Godley & Creme,
The Leaves,
The Invisible,
Pantytec,
UT,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minor Threat,
World's Most,
Rekid,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Durutti Column,
The Searchers,
Royal Trux,
Todd Rundgren,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bill Wells,
Faraquet,
Donny Hathaway,
Groovy Waters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-102,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marine Girls,
Dark Day,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tres Demented,
Theoretical Girls,
The New Christs,
Steve Hackett,
Depeche Mode,
Joyce Sims,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.