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 Malawi and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 David Bowie 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 Skarface to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Joensuu 1685,
Pole,
Dennis Brown,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marine Girls,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Sherman,
Kas Product,
Shoche,
Jawbox,
Cluster,
Cymande,
L. Decosne,
Avey Tare,
Porter Ricks,
Japan,
Pulsallama,
Barrington Levy,
10cc,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stetsasonic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Saints,
The Standells,
Lucky Dragons,
Young Marble Giants,
Kerri Chandler,
Dawn Penn,
JFA,
Bad Manners,
The Black Dice,
Steve Hackett,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Moby Grape,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lalann,
Marmalade,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Easy Going,
Lower 48,
Glenn Branca,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Germs,
The Blues Magoos,
The Associates,
The Fire Engines,
Fugazi,
Althea and Donna,
Dave Gahan,
DNA,
ABC,
Eric Dolphy,
Magma,
Banda Bassotti,
Boredoms,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
World's Most,
Ken Boothe,
Mr. Review,
Marvin Gaye,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.