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 Suriname and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Susan Cadogan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Robert Hood,
ABBA,
Harry Pussy,
Scan 7,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Grass Roots,
Arcadia,
Graham Central Station,
Ten City,
Gil Scott Heron,
Amon Düül,
Maurizio,
The Associates,
The Gories,
David Axelrod,
B.T. Express,
The Barracudas,
The Velvet Underground,
kango's stein massive,
Tomorrow,
Funkadelic,
Marvin Gaye,
Ken Boothe,
E-Dancer,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Tremeloes,
Nas,
Subhumans,
Scott Walker,
Groovy Waters,
AZ,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barbara Tucker,
Agitation Free,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lightning Bolt,
Pulsallama,
Roger Hodgson,
Massinfluence,
Kaleidoscope,
Hardrive,
Scion,
FM Einheit,
Black Flag,
Wire,
Big Daddy Kane,
T.S.O.L.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Morten Harket,
Guru Guru,
Pole,
DNA,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Quando Quango,
Los Fastidios,
Pantytec,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.