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 Russia and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 Lou Reed 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Scott Walker,
The Neon Judgement,
Smog,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jeff Lynne,
Outsiders,
Agent Orange,
Tears for Fears,
June Days,
Marvin Gaye,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gong,
Soft Machine,
Tres Demented,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Remains,
Camberwell Now,
The Busters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Moss Icon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Sisters of Mercy,
T. Rex,
F. McDonald,
The Stooges,
Joe Finger,
Eric Dolphy,
The Black Dice,
Absolute Body Control,
Vladislav Delay,
Angry Samoans,
Marc Almond,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lakeside,
JFA,
The Associates,
Alton Ellis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bill Near,
Circle Jerks,
Janne Schatter,
The Tremeloes,
the Slits,
Black Bananas,
The Happenings,
The New Christs,
ABC,
Royal Trux,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Letta Mbulu,
Mark Hollis,
Derrick Morgan,
Franke,
Morten Harket,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Amon Düül,
The Alarm Clocks,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.