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 India and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Moebius 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Simply Red,
Nick Fraelich,
Prince Buster,
Freddie Wadling,
Dual Sessions,
Au Pairs,
The Leaves,
Rod Modell,
The Angels of Light,
Yaz,
Interpol,
Smog,
Harry Pussy,
Ken Boothe,
Idris Muhammad,
Saccharine Trust,
Jeff Mills,
Hot Snakes,
B.T. Express,
Darondo,
The Sonics,
Scion,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eric Copeland,
Nas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mo-Dettes,
The Offenders,
Gang Green,
Camberwell Now,
Panda Bear,
Matthew Bourne,
The Buckinghams,
Ohio Players,
Cymande,
Mr. Review,
Magazine,
Lou Reed,
Clear Light,
Minor Threat,
Stetsasonic,
Ituana,
Jeff Lynne,
Y Pants,
The United States of America,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Divine Comedy,
Mad Mike,
Brass Construction,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Excepter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Television,
Michelle Simonal,
Soul Sonic Force,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.