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 Fiji and from Halifax.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Television to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ronnie Foster,
Monolake,
Dual Sessions,
The Gap Band,
Can,
Pagans,
Whodini,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Erasure,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Letta Mbulu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cheater Slicks,
ABC,
Johnny Clarke,
Matthew Bourne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rekid,
The Names,
Yellowson,
Arab on Radar,
The J.B.'s,
Sparks,
Piero Umiliani,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Byrd,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cluster,
Tears for Fears,
The Red Krayola,
The Monochrome Set,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Beau Brummels,
Popol Vuh,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yaz,
Inner City,
Alison Limerick,
Lyres,
Pole,
Malaria!,
Rosa Yemen,
Curtis Mayfield,
Juan Atkins,
Bang On A Can,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Duran Duran,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Dead C,
the Swans,
JFA,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.