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 India and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Black Dice to the funk 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Skatalites,
Cybotron,
Tubeway Army,
Mad Mike,
Eurythmics,
The Gladiators,
48th St. Collective,
Hashim,
Black Sheep,
Barclay James Harvest,
DJ Style,
The Move,
Youth Brigade,
Reuben Wilson,
This Heat,
MC5,
Electric Prunes,
Robert Hood,
Whodini,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Swans,
John Coltrane,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lower 48,
Bill Near,
Be Bop Deluxe,
H. Thieme,
Kenny Larkin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pharoah Sanders,
Model 500,
Minutemen,
Sixth Finger,
Alice Coltrane,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lee Hazlewood,
Supertramp,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang Green,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dead Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
Nirvana,
Neu!,
Arthur Verocai,
The Sonics,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Guru Guru,
Sight & Sound,
Babytalk,
Tim Buckley,
Blossom Toes,
Patti Smith,
Faraquet,
Scratch Acid,
Colin Newman,
The Sound,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.