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 Libya and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Moody Blues to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Fania All-Stars,
Amazonics,
Panda Bear,
Duran Duran,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joe Smooth,
Jeff Lynne,
This Heat,
The Gun Club,
the Human League,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Supertramp,
The Standells,
Scientists,
Main Source,
Alphaville,
Slave,
The Doors,
Pole,
the Slits,
Television,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tres Demented,
Howard Jones,
Accadde A,
Porter Ricks,
Matthew Halsall,
Adolescents,
Boredoms,
Black Sheep,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Barracudas,
Niagra,
K-Klass,
Vainqueur,
R.M.O.,
One Last Wish,
Sixth Finger,
Theoretical Girls,
Basic Channel,
John Foxx,
Brothers Johnson,
Faraquet,
Intrusion,
The Pretty Things,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Dead C,
Erykah Badu,
Andrew Hill,
MC5,
The Offenders,
Camberwell Now,
Lucky Dragons,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scion,
Quantec,
Scott Walker,
The Fall,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.