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 Spain and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gang of Four to the punk 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Peter and Kerry,
Wally Richardson,
Inner City,
CMW,
New York Dolls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Delta 5,
One Last Wish,
The Modern Lovers,
The Five Americans,
Accadde A,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aaron Thompson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minny Pops,
David McCallum,
Cheater Slicks,
Ludus,
Essential Logic,
Mad Mike,
The Mojo Men,
JFA,
Easy Going,
Echospace,
These Immortal Souls,
Eve St. Jones,
Matthew Halsall,
James White and The Blacks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Parry Music,
The Pretty Things,
Oblivians,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Interpol,
David Axelrod,
The Moleskins,
Moebius,
Basic Channel,
The Seeds,
The Raincoats,
the Normal,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Association,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Moon,
Ultravox,
The Blues Magoos,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roxy Music,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Boz Scaggs,
U.S. Maple,
Arthur Verocai,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Juan Atkins,
Jawbox,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.