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 Mongolia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tim Buckley to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pagans,
Banda Bassotti,
The Saints,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Selecter,
Franke,
Aural Exciters,
This Heat,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Invisible,
Sonic Youth,
The Birthday Party,
Jacques Brel,
Television,
The Trojans,
Boz Scaggs,
The Modern Lovers,
Alton Ellis,
Kas Product,
Index,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Monks,
Bang On A Can,
The Velvet Underground,
Simply Red,
The Evens,
The Move,
Jeff Lynne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Suicide,
Tubeway Army,
The Cowsills,
Faust,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang of Four,
The Skatalites,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Delta 5,
The Searchers,
David Axelrod,
Yazoo,
James White and The Blacks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Thompson Twins,
Graham Central Station,
Letta Mbulu,
Glenn Branca,
The Barracudas,
Flash Fearless,
Marmalade,
In Retrospect,
Malaria!,
Skaos,
Procol Harum,
Sex Pistols,
Scion,
Agitation Free,
Scientists,
Kerri Chandler,
Carl Craig,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.