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 Barbados and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Mo-Dettes to the crunk 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Silicon Teens,
the Swans,
Schoolly D,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jimmy McGriff,
UT,
The Mummies,
Oneida,
Blossom Toes,
Rekid,
Sonny Sharrock,
Agitation Free,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Human League,
Graham Central Station,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bill Wells,
Simply Red,
PIL,
Grandmaster Flash,
X-Ray Spex,
Radiohead,
U.S. Maple,
The Happenings,
Newcleus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Chris Corsano,
Panda Bear,
The Dirtbombs,
H. Thieme,
The Saints,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mo-Dettes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DJ Style,
Prince Buster,
Letta Mbulu,
Quando Quango,
Saccharine Trust,
Pantytec,
Sun Ra,
June Days,
Visage,
Dead Boys,
Ponytail,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moss Icon,
Unwound,
Gichy Dan,
Black Moon,
Andrew Hill,
Erasure,
The Offenders,
Shuggie Otis,
Youth Brigade,
David Bowie,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aloha Tigers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.