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 Montenegro and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 The Doors to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Anakelly,
Nik Kershaw,
Lyres,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Godley & Creme,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Happenings,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Barracudas,
Babytalk,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Doors,
Fat Boys,
Nico,
Byron Stingily,
Underground Resistance,
LL Cool J,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Associates,
Amazonics,
Scott Walker,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Leonard Cohen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Swans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Steve Hackett,
Depeche Mode,
Yaz,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alice Coltrane,
The Monks,
The Fall,
Roxy Music,
Delta 5,
Tears for Fears,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mo-Dettes,
Maurizio,
Jerry's Kids,
Jandek,
David McCallum,
Kas Product,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pagans,
Fluxion,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
World's Most,
Second Layer,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Sherman,
The Angels of Light,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.