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 Austria and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Joy Division to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tropical Tobacco,
Reuben Wilson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pierre Henry,
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Hood,
Carl Craig,
David McCallum,
Talk Talk,
Silicon Teens,
Pharoah Sanders,
Al Stewart,
Rufus Thomas,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Association,
Bobby Womack,
The Mummies,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brick,
Echospace,
Television,
Sugar Minott,
kango's stein massive,
Derrick May,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aswad,
Soul II Soul,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marvin Gaye,
John Foxx,
Harmonia,
June Days,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tom Boy,
The Five Americans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Letta Mbulu,
The Evens,
Neu!,
Moebius,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scott Walker,
Rod Modell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Von Mondo,
La Düsseldorf,
Ossler,
Con Funk Shun,
Dave Gahan,
Michelle Simonal,
Procol Harum,
The Martian,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Freddie Wadling,
Ten City,
The Red Krayola,
Bush Tetras,
Cal Tjader,
The Offenders,
the Sonics,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.