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 Chile and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scratch Acid to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Bobby Womack,
The Neon Judgement,
The Doobie Brothers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sun City Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
Main Source,
The Alarm Clocks,
ABBA,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pere Ubu,
In Retrospect,
Absolute Body Control,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
CMW,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Underground Resistance,
Smog,
New Age Steppers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wire,
Gang Gang Dance,
Neu!,
Icehouse,
Colin Newman,
Arab on Radar,
Charles Mingus,
Aswad,
Roger Hodgson,
The Music Machine,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soulsonic Force,
The Birthday Party,
This Heat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brothers Johnson,
Kurtis Blow,
Los Fastidios,
Lindisfarne,
Mandrill,
cv313,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fatback Band,
Japan,
The Golliwogs,
F. McDonald,
The Fire Engines,
The Busters,
Joyce Sims,
Tres Demented,
Siglo XX,
Al Stewart,
Max Romeo,
The Gories,
Amon Düül,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rosa Yemen,
Sällskapet,
the Sonics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tim Buckley,
The Human League,
Crispy Ambulance,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.