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 Greece and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Michael McDonald 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 Amon Düül II to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Freddie Wadling,
Minny Pops,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kurtis Blow,
Supertramp,
New York Dolls,
Marc Almond,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kas Product,
Tres Demented,
Ralphi Rosario,
B.T. Express,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Mighty Diamonds,
ABBA,
Black Flag,
UT,
Intrusion,
Hoover,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Leaves,
Audionom,
The New Christs,
Ludus,
The Count Five,
Aural Exciters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cymande,
DJ Sneak,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ohio Players,
Neu!,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Accadde A,
Vladislav Delay,
The Smoke,
Swell Maps,
Masters at Work,
Television Personalities,
Barbara Tucker,
Eve St. Jones,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Mummies,
Grauzone,
Cybotron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Pretty Things,
Fugazi,
Ultimate Spinach,
Smog,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pylon,
China Crisis,
Sex Pistols,
Gong,
Marmalade,
Oblivians,
D'Angelo,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.