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 Cuba and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
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 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 The Pretty Things to the funk 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Graham Central Station,
Ice-T,
China Crisis,
the Sonics,
The Gun Club,
Nas,
FM Einheit,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
James Chance & The Contortions,
X-102,
Ludus,
Crispian St. Peters,
Clear Light,
Steve Hackett,
Michelle Simonal,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
New Age Steppers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bluetip,
Lower 48,
Rhythm & Sound,
Neu!,
The Star Department,
Joe Finger,
The Walker Brothers,
Liliput,
Theoretical Girls,
Amon Düül,
Yazoo,
Sugar Minott,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jawbox,
Stockholm Monsters,
David McCallum,
The Real Kids,
The Misunderstood,
JFA,
Urselle,
Sandy B,
Severed Heads,
The Slackers,
Smog,
Youth Brigade,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fire Engines,
Massinfluence,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Byron Stingily,
Leonard Cohen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Human League,
Adolescents,
Cal Tjader,
The Barracudas,
David Bowie,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cure,
Peter and Kerry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Althea and Donna,
Black Sheep,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.