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 Russia and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 10cc to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Thompson Twins,
a-ha,
Kool Moe Dee,
Agent Orange,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Byrd,
Fela Kuti,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sun Ra,
Tommy Roe,
Minutemen,
Soul II Soul,
Zero Boys,
Joy Division,
Smog,
Danielle Patucci,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jawbox,
Mantronix,
Suburban Knight,
Accadde A,
Alice Coltrane,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scratch Acid,
The Mojo Men,
The Grass Roots,
The Saints,
Crooked Eye,
Whodini,
The Blues Magoos,
Wings,
L. Decosne,
Television Personalities,
Monks,
Cymande,
Lou Reed,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Doors,
The Star Department,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Boredoms,
The Happenings,
Terry Callier,
Tears for Fears,
Wasted Youth,
The Trojans,
Aswad,
Sex Pistols,
Schoolly D,
Dual Sessions,
Chris Corsano,
Arab on Radar,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.