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 Japan and from New York.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Das Ding to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Thompson Twins,
The Fall,
Hardrive,
the Fania All-Stars,
LL Cool J,
Swell Maps,
Lower 48,
Scratch Acid,
Yusef Lateef,
Faust,
Malaria!,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Bananas,
Fat Boys,
Minor Threat,
Deadbeat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Chris & Cosey,
Scrapy,
The Saints,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Parry Music,
Suburban Knight,
the Association,
Roger Hodgson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Blues Magoos,
Mission of Burma,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joyce Sims,
New Age Steppers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soft Machine,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gap Band,
Funky Four + One,
Ultra Naté,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Excepter,
Make Up,
the Swans,
DNA,
Au Pairs,
Fad Gadget,
ABBA,
The Barracudas,
Half Japanese,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lakeside,
Dual Sessions,
Drive Like Jehu,
James White and The Blacks,
AZ,
Radiohead,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Residents,
Gong,
Glenn Branca,
Mars,
Black Pus,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.