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 Korea North and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
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 sitar 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Television,
China Crisis,
Japan,
Kurtis Blow,
Thompson Twins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aural Exciters,
Nico,
Grandmaster Flash,
E-Dancer,
Fatback Band,
The Remains,
Vladislav Delay,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sarah Menescal,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sandy B,
Cecil Taylor,
Metal Thangz,
Blancmange,
Lou Reed,
The Cowsills,
Khruangbin,
June of 44,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kaleidoscope,
Mr. Review,
Can,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rites of Spring,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pere Ubu,
Ken Boothe,
the Human League,
Half Japanese,
La Düsseldorf,
Severed Heads,
Deepchord,
Aloha Tigers,
Newcleus,
Trumans Water,
Terry Callier,
Subhumans,
Television Personalities,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tubeway Army,
Swell Maps,
Lyres,
Camouflage,
David McCallum,
Eden Ahbez,
Wire,
ABC,
Graham Central Station,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Divine Comedy,
Stiv Bators,
Andrew Hill,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.