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 Antigua 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Popol Vuh to the disco 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Deakin,
Aloha Tigers,
R.M.O.,
Josef K,
Al Stewart,
The Cure,
Delon & Dalcan,
Faraquet,
Hardrive,
Joyce Sims,
K-Klass,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Moleskins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
New Order,
Swell Maps,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nirvana,
Mr. Review,
Janne Schatter,
Aural Exciters,
Khruangbin,
Todd Terry,
Blossom Toes,
Con Funk Shun,
Nik Kershaw,
Kerri Chandler,
Whodini,
Connie Case,
Sarah Menescal,
Judy Mowatt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Slackers,
Dual Sessions,
Lyres,
Thompson Twins,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joy Division,
Wings,
Royal Trux,
Tomorrow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Oblivians,
Buzzcocks,
Lower 48,
Carl Craig,
Joe Smooth,
Franke,
Animal Collective,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Absolute Body Control,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brothers Johnson,
Thee Headcoats,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
H. Thieme,
The Knickerbockers,
The Happenings,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.