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 Greece and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
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 mellotron 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 The Modern Lovers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Radio Birdman,
The Stooges,
Amon Düül,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Robert Wyatt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
China Crisis,
E-Dancer,
Pantaleimon,
Warsaw,
The Dead C,
Hashim,
Dark Day,
Angry Samoans,
Ronan,
KRS-One,
The Doors,
The Modern Lovers,
Nik Kershaw,
Fela Kuti,
Barry Ungar,
Model 500,
The Moleskins,
PIL,
The Searchers,
Letta Mbulu,
Deadbeat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Glenn Branca,
The Litter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rod Modell,
Sonic Youth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Inner City,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Basic Channel,
The J.B.'s,
Donny Hathaway,
Schoolly D,
T. Rex,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grauzone,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Monochrome Set,
Visage,
Blancmange,
Zero Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
Fat Boys,
Pole,
Niagra,
Magazine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Raincoats,
Roxette,
The Five Americans,
Scan 7,
World's Most,
The Flesh Eaters,
Television Personalities,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.