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 Mozambique and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 The Count Five to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Sight & Sound,
Amon Düül II,
Barbara Tucker,
Sugar Minott,
Lalo Schifrin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cramps,
The Victims,
Ituana,
Leonard Cohen,
Masters at Work,
The Toasters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Q65,
Avey Tare,
Donald Byrd,
Flipper,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kas Product,
Essential Logic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brick,
A Certain Ratio,
Arcadia,
Mad Mike,
Radiopuhelimet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dark Day,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Duran Duran,
The Moody Blues,
The Five Americans,
Ohio Players,
The Standells,
The Divine Comedy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oblivians,
The Monochrome Set,
The American Breed,
Popol Vuh,
The Dirtbombs,
Peter and Kerry,
CMW,
John Coltrane,
Silicon Teens,
Eden Ahbez,
Roger Hodgson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bluetip,
Juan Atkins,
Aural Exciters,
Brothers Johnson,
Maleditus Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Banda Bassotti,
Shoche,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jeru the Damaja,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Subhumans,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.