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 Italy and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Doobie Brothers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Jerry's Kids,
The Misunderstood,
Hashim,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Goldenarms,
Spandau Ballet,
Minutemen,
Lower 48,
Sun City Girls,
Byron Stingily,
Crispy Ambulance,
Al Stewart,
Maurizio,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stiv Bators,
Hardrive,
FM Einheit,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sparks,
Basic Channel,
New York Dolls,
The Leaves,
Dual Sessions,
Jeff Lynne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Star Department,
Wasted Youth,
UT,
The Associates,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Vogues,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Angels of Light,
Throbbing Gristle,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cure,
Sam Rivers,
Terry Callier,
Arthur Verocai,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Royal Trux,
The Moody Blues,
Lalann,
The Flesh Eaters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aloha Tigers,
Quantec,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tears for Fears,
T. Rex,
The Count Five,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Residents,
Glenn Branca,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.