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 Laos and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 David Bowie to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cheater Slicks,
Dark Day,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Royal Trux,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Section 25,
Brand Nubian,
the Bar-Kays,
Eurythmics,
Crispy Ambulance,
Negative Approach,
Gang Green,
Flash Fearless,
Rod Modell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Q65,
Suicide,
Jacob Miller,
These Immortal Souls,
Avey Tare,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soft Machine,
Donny Hathaway,
Deadbeat,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mo-Dettes,
Minnie Riperton,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crispian St. Peters,
L. Decosne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wings,
Second Layer,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deakin,
Susan Cadogan,
Metal Thangz,
Skarface,
Saccharine Trust,
Gong,
Eric Copeland,
Pantaleimon,
Bauhaus,
Letta Mbulu,
Inner City,
the Slits,
Interpol,
Moebius,
The Pretty Things,
Ice-T,
Electric Prunes,
The Associates,
Supertramp,
Scratch Acid,
Roxette,
The Smoke,
Index,
Ohio Players,
Lalo Schifrin,
Darondo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.