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 Guatemala and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Al Stewart to the grunge 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
The Knickerbockers,
Eurythmics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Make Up,
Tim Buckley,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Litter,
Jacques Brel,
Brand Nubian,
Bang On A Can,
Spandau Ballet,
Grauzone,
Sister Nancy,
Colin Newman,
A Certain Ratio,
Deakin,
Warsaw,
Little Man,
Underground Resistance,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lee Hazlewood,
Magma,
The Selecter,
Royal Trux,
The Star Department,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Anakelly,
Urselle,
Andrew Hill,
Faust,
Sparks,
Arab on Radar,
Tears for Fears,
Metal Thangz,
Mad Mike,
Banda Bassotti,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Icehouse,
The Dave Clark Five,
Whodini,
The Moody Blues,
E-Dancer,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eric B and Rakim,
Suburban Knight,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Pus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Freddie Wadling,
The Trojans,
Black Flag,
Scan 7,
The Fortunes,
Dennis Brown,
Blancmange,
Joensuu 1685,
Sun City Girls,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.