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 Kiribati and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brothers Johnson,
The Birthday Party,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Evens,
X-102,
Vainqueur,
Wally Richardson,
The Knickerbockers,
JFA,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mark Hollis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Trumans Water,
June Days,
New York Dolls,
Roy Ayers,
Josef K,
Rekid,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scott Walker,
the Fania All-Stars,
Simply Red,
Loose Ends,
Banda Bassotti,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scrapy,
New Order,
The Residents,
Morten Harket,
Dave Gahan,
Dead Boys,
Pantytec,
Mars,
Main Source,
Skarface,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rapeman,
John Lydon,
The Cowsills,
Wings,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grauzone,
Public Enemy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Derrick Morgan,
Royal Trux,
The Electric Prunes,
The J.B.'s,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cameo,
Robert Wyatt,
Sam Rivers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The United States of America,
Jacques Brel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Half Japanese,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.