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 Israel and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Buzzcocks to the grunge 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
John Holt,
Swans,
Deakin,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mummies,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang Starr,
Scientists,
Ten City,
The Happenings,
The Toasters,
The Fall,
June of 44,
Radiopuhelimet,
Peter & Gordon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lindisfarne,
Tim Buckley,
Ossler,
Essential Logic,
Chris & Cosey,
The Knickerbockers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gap Band,
Crooked Eye,
Nirvana,
Lou Reed,
JFA,
Metal Thangz,
H. Thieme,
Mad Mike,
Severed Heads,
ABBA,
Malaria!,
kango's stein massive,
Eurythmics,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sonic Youth,
Albert Ayler,
Marine Girls,
Electric Prunes,
The Dead C,
The Selecter,
Donny Hathaway,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Inner City,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Five Americans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yellowson,
Khruangbin,
Organ,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Franke,
Sugar Minott,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New Age Steppers,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.