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 United States and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Can,
Anthony Braxton,
The Monochrome Set,
Eric Copeland,
Zero Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rites of Spring,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Kinks,
The Evens,
Ken Boothe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minny Pops,
The Music Machine,
Little Man,
Tim Buckley,
A Certain Ratio,
Talk Talk,
Sight & Sound,
Slick Rick,
Matthew Bourne,
Nick Fraelich,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Association,
The Associates,
Barbara Tucker,
Guru Guru,
The Misunderstood,
Monks,
The Real Kids,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aural Exciters,
Lalann,
U.S. Maple,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Busters,
Aaron Thompson,
Schoolly D,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minor Threat,
The Pretty Things,
Sexual Harrassment,
Index,
Electric Prunes,
Pole,
Eurythmics,
John Lydon,
The Golliwogs,
Gang Starr,
Con Funk Shun,
Tommy Roe,
The Fire Engines,
Niagra,
Loose Ends,
The Buckinghams,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.