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 Dominican Republic and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brick,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mo-Dettes,
The Velvet Underground,
Suicide,
Lou Christie,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
H. Thieme,
The Stooges,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
A Certain Ratio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sight & Sound,
In Retrospect,
Black Flag,
Sam Rivers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang Starr,
Roger Hodgson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dennis Brown,
Average White Band,
Scion,
Mr. Review,
Lightning Bolt,
the Slits,
Johnny Clarke,
Reagan Youth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marine Girls,
The Last Poets,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Echospace,
Erasure,
Alphaville,
Franke,
Boz Scaggs,
The Modern Lovers,
Robert Wyatt,
Skriet,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Human League,
New York Dolls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Khruangbin,
Faraquet,
John Cale,
X-Ray Spex,
Minny Pops,
Siglo XX,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jerry's Kids,
The Dead C,
The J.B.'s,
The Fall,
Soulsonic Force,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Smoke,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.