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 Costa Rica and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
The Blues Magoos,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Janne Schatter,
Massinfluence,
Reagan Youth,
Gabor Szabo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sam Rivers,
Pantaleimon,
Radio Birdman,
Masters at Work,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Womack,
The Skatalites,
Tim Buckley,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Standells,
Smog,
PIL,
Flipper,
Jawbox,
The Blackbyrds,
Scratch Acid,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Chris & Cosey,
Negative Approach,
Mo-Dettes,
The Saints,
Jeru the Damaja,
Harmonia,
Lucky Dragons,
Mad Mike,
Eve St. Jones,
David Bowie,
Q and Not U,
Roger Hodgson,
Wire,
Skarface,
Nik Kershaw,
Excepter,
The Music Machine,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ossler,
Eric Dolphy,
Tomorrow,
Moss Icon,
The Mojo Men,
Jerry's Kids,
Flash Fearless,
Porter Ricks,
kango's stein massive,
Steve Hackett,
Blake Baxter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Detroit Cobras,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Victims,
Lakeside,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.