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 Germany and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
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 harpsichord 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 The Angels of Light to the crunk 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ituana,
The Pop Group,
Surgeon,
The Grass Roots,
The Young Rascals,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tubeway Army,
The Gap Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marvin Gaye,
Moss Icon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Swans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Electric Prunes,
Chrome,
Agitation Free,
Robert Hood,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
These Immortal Souls,
Silicon Teens,
Kerri Chandler,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Thompson Twins,
Gang Starr,
EPMD,
Ossler,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hot Snakes,
Tommy Roe,
the Sonics,
48th St. Collective,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Swell Maps,
The Skatalites,
Mo-Dettes,
Magazine,
David McCallum,
Visage,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Joensuu 1685,
The Smiths,
Gang Green,
The Zeros,
Malaria!,
Scott Walker,
CMW,
Graham Central Station,
Q and Not U,
China Crisis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Residents,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.