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 East Timor and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Bob Dylan to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
This Heat,
Gerry Rafferty,
DJ Sneak,
The Index,
David Bowie,
Funky Four + One,
John Foxx,
Crime,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roxette,
Alice Coltrane,
Idris Muhammad,
Warsaw,
Davy DMX,
Ice-T,
The Monochrome Set,
Fear,
Sparks,
Bobby Sherman,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kaleidoscope,
Yellowson,
ABC,
Nirvana,
The Saints,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Donny Hathaway,
Toni Rubio,
The Leaves,
The Mummies,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Anakelly,
Television Personalities,
kango's stein massive,
The Seeds,
Darondo,
Faraquet,
Bush Tetras,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Boz Scaggs,
The Smoke,
Lou Christie,
Tommy Roe,
Prince Buster,
Soft Cell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Quantec,
Inner City,
Zero Boys,
Mark Hollis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aloha Tigers,
The J.B.'s,
The Black Dice,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Q and Not U,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sixth Finger,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.