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 Afghanistan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 World's Most 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ 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 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Susan Cadogan,
The Young Rascals,
Animal Collective,
Jeru the Damaja,
Chris & Cosey,
The Offenders,
Byron Stingily,
Steve Hackett,
Wasted Youth,
Audionom,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lungfish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
R.M.O.,
June Days,
the Germs,
The Moleskins,
Television,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Young Marble Giants,
Bootsy Collins,
The Busters,
MC5,
Howard Jones,
These Immortal Souls,
Neu!,
Sister Nancy,
Wings,
Joe Smooth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Al Stewart,
Masters at Work,
Public Enemy,
Saccharine Trust,
Stetsasonic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jacob Miller,
Swell Maps,
Roxette,
Patti Smith,
Icehouse,
DJ Sneak,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dirtbombs,
Barbara Tucker,
Bluetip,
The Red Krayola,
Bauhaus,
kango's stein massive,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rufus Thomas,
The Seeds,
The Walker Brothers,
DNA,
Eurythmics,
Rhythm & Sound,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.