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 Samoa and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Boz Scaggs to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kerrie Biddell,
The J.B.'s,
The Angels of Light,
Gong,
Mars,
R.M.O.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Heaven 17,
Harry Pussy,
Reagan Youth,
Arab on Radar,
The Electric Prunes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bootsy Collins,
L. Decosne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Althea and Donna,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stetsasonic,
The Doors,
Chris Corsano,
Gang Starr,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sällskapet,
The Fortunes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Television Personalities,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Toni Rubio,
Talk Talk,
Amon Düül,
The Seeds,
Brand Nubian,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minor Threat,
Gregory Isaacs,
B.T. Express,
Ronan,
Joyce Sims,
Mo-Dettes,
T. Rex,
Henry Cow,
Eric Dolphy,
The Names,
Amon Düül II,
Section 25,
Flash Fearless,
FM Einheit,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rosa Yemen,
The Pop Group,
Grey Daturas,
Nik Kershaw,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
David Bowie,
Essential Logic,
Sixth Finger,
Warren Ellis,
CMW,
Desert Stars,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.