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 Tuvalu and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Television to the funk 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
the Germs,
the Human League,
Reuben Wilson,
Los Fastidios,
Albert Ayler,
Colin Newman,
New Age Steppers,
Todd Terry,
Barry Ungar,
Sex Pistols,
Dual Sessions,
Surgeon,
Lower 48,
DJ Sneak,
The Misunderstood,
Essential Logic,
Charles Mingus,
Crooked Eye,
Lucky Dragons,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yaz,
Organ,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Simply Red,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Sonics,
Bobby Womack,
Panda Bear,
Minutemen,
Y Pants,
The Gun Club,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Moby Grape,
Arab on Radar,
Make Up,
Amazonics,
Newcleus,
Ossler,
Ten City,
Jeff Mills,
Average White Band,
Radiohead,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Victims,
The Cure,
Tom Boy,
The Buckinghams,
Roger Hodgson,
Can,
The Fugs,
The Saints,
The Dead C,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Angry Samoans,
Audionom,
Byron Stingily,
Pere Ubu,
Brothers Johnson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Easy Going,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.