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 Tonga and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 Mad Mike to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Howard Jones,
Lindisfarne,
Das Ding,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Robert Görl,
Duran Duran,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sex Pistols,
The Detroit Cobras,
Niagra,
David McCallum,
Radiohead,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
JFA,
Aaron Thompson,
John Holt,
8 Eyed Spy,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
These Immortal Souls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gladiators,
FM Einheit,
Blossom Toes,
U.S. Maple,
Joy Division,
Judy Mowatt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Move,
the Bar-Kays,
ABC,
the Swans,
Andrew Hill,
The Monochrome Set,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Skatalites,
Soft Machine,
The Blues Magoos,
Desert Stars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aloha Tigers,
Marine Girls,
Darondo,
Skarface,
DJ Sneak,
Glenn Branca,
Average White Band,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Babytalk,
Laurel Aitken,
AZ,
Matthew Halsall,
Patti Smith,
Josef K,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scientists,
The American Breed,
Ossler,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.