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 Mozambique and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Holger Czukay 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 Au Pairs to the funk 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
China Crisis,
The Martian,
Bauhaus,
Roxy Music,
Anakelly,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gun Club,
Gerry Rafferty,
Magazine,
Hot Snakes,
Technova,
the Human League,
Section 25,
Amazonics,
Scrapy,
Minny Pops,
Eric Dolphy,
Gichy Dan,
Alison Limerick,
The Seeds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rites of Spring,
Slick Rick,
Organ,
Marcia Griffiths,
June of 44,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Harry Pussy,
Chris Corsano,
Traffic Nightmare,
Howard Jones,
Moebius,
The Mojo Men,
the Soft Cell,
Duran Duran,
The Wake,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Public Image Ltd.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aaron Thompson,
Hashim,
Aural Exciters,
Fugazi,
These Immortal Souls,
a-ha,
Blake Baxter,
Anthony Braxton,
Ohio Players,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Saccharine Trust,
Steve Hackett,
Thompson Twins,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cure,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dual Sessions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.