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 Tuvalu and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 ABBA to the grime 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Radio Birdman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Television,
La Düsseldorf,
Sixth Finger,
The Slits,
The Moody Blues,
Pagans,
The Happenings,
New Age Steppers,
Con Funk Shun,
Q and Not U,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cameo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Sarah Menescal,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Count Five,
Crime,
Heaven 17,
John Lydon,
Boz Scaggs,
A Certain Ratio,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roy Ayers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bauhaus,
Brand Nubian,
Cybotron,
Make Up,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
L. Decosne,
Motorama,
Severed Heads,
Lebanon Hanover,
E-Dancer,
Gong,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Moleskins,
The Standells,
DJ Style,
Underground Resistance,
The Fugs,
Japan,
David McCallum,
Minor Threat,
Moebius,
China Crisis,
Charles Mingus,
Magma,
The Leaves,
Marmalade,
Barbara Tucker,
Blossom Toes,
Patti Smith,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.