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 Korea North and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Invisible to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Gong,
Scan 7,
Matthew Halsall,
Nirvana,
Lower 48,
Magma,
Harry Pussy,
The Names,
World's Most,
Agent Orange,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Seeds,
Fad Gadget,
Cheater Slicks,
The Monochrome Set,
The Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soulsonic Force,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Birthday Party,
Rotary Connection,
Toni Rubio,
Subhumans,
Minor Threat,
The Residents,
Pulsallama,
Reuben Wilson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Human League,
Dorothy Ashby,
Loose Ends,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Misunderstood,
Aaron Thompson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
E-Dancer,
Intrusion,
The Pretty Things,
Leonard Cohen,
Spandau Ballet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Drexciya,
Public Enemy,
48th St. Collective,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Coltrane,
The Monks,
The Fall,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Barracudas,
Severed Heads,
Kerrie Biddell,
Popol Vuh,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.