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 Qatar and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Rosa Yemen to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
These Immortal Souls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jeff Lynne,
D'Angelo,
ABC,
China Crisis,
Lungfish,
The Human League,
Newcleus,
Joy Division,
Basic Channel,
Pole,
New York Dolls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Boredoms,
Boz Scaggs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Royal Trux,
The Grass Roots,
Country Teasers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Underground Resistance,
Second Layer,
New Age Steppers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jacques Brel,
10cc,
the Bar-Kays,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mars,
Blake Baxter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Moleskins,
Shoche,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Amazonics,
Cymande,
It's A Beautiful Day,
In Retrospect,
The Litter,
Tears for Fears,
Intrusion,
Freddie Wadling,
Cheater Slicks,
The Black Dice,
Ralphi Rosario,
Vainqueur,
June Days,
Bad Manners,
Radiohead,
Grandmaster Flash,
Arthur Verocai,
Tim Buckley,
Theoretical Girls,
Neil Young,
Dawn Penn,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Monks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Zero Boys,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.