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 Bahrain and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Main Source to the disco 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Eurythmics,
Nirvana,
Gastr Del Sol,
Vladislav Delay,
Thompson Twins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barbara Tucker,
Blake Baxter,
The Dirtbombs,
Infiniti,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cal Tjader,
Derrick May,
X-102,
Tubeway Army,
Glenn Branca,
Babytalk,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Severed Heads,
Erykah Badu,
Dawn Penn,
The Dead C,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Sound,
Blossom Toes,
Khruangbin,
David Bowie,
Spandau Ballet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kas Product,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sixth Finger,
Josef K,
Bluetip,
Television,
Archie Shepp,
Animal Collective,
Scott Walker,
Circle Jerks,
Dennis Brown,
The Fall,
Yusef Lateef,
Tears for Fears,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Swans,
The Slackers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New Order,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Funkadelic,
Public Enemy,
Lyres,
Bronski Beat,
Radio Birdman,
Agitation Free,
DNA,
Eve St. Jones,
The Associates,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.