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 Togo and from London.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
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 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 Supertramp 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Animal Collective,
Shuggie Otis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Toasters,
Fluxion,
David McCallum,
Morten Harket,
Lakeside,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Heaven 17,
Rakim,
Kerri Chandler,
Dual Sessions,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fugs,
Organ,
Brothers Johnson,
ABC,
Cybotron,
Aural Exciters,
Dennis Brown,
Unwound,
Vladislav Delay,
Schoolly D,
Liliput,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alison Limerick,
Black Flag,
John Lydon,
Oblivians,
Mad Mike,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Names,
Technova,
Kerrie Biddell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tears for Fears,
Janne Schatter,
the Normal,
Qualms,
Surgeon,
Khruangbin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Main Source,
The Vogues,
Mandrill,
The Count Five,
Sandy B,
Monolake,
One Last Wish,
Stereo Dub,
Skaos,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Duran Duran,
Average White Band,
Suburban Knight,
Robert Wyatt,
Rufus Thomas,
Amon Düül,
Ituana,
Pylon,
The Index,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.