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 Latvia and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 Television Personalities to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Soft Machine,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stetsasonic,
The Mojo Men,
Freddie Wadling,
Hot Snakes,
Kurtis Blow,
The Real Kids,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Litter,
Toni Rubio,
Soul II Soul,
Average White Band,
Brass Construction,
Laurel Aitken,
Angry Samoans,
Pole,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Jerry's Kids,
Ten City,
The Busters,
Skriet,
The Durutti Column,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fat Boys,
Sun City Girls,
Faust,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Vogues,
World's Most,
UT,
The Monochrome Set,
kango's stein massive,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crooked Eye,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Reagan Youth,
Slick Rick,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
New York Dolls,
Siglo XX,
Sandy B,
Skaos,
The Motions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rapeman,
Minor Threat,
The Slits,
Maurizio,
L. Decosne,
The Searchers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Funky Four + One,
FM Einheit,
Brick,
Severed Heads,
Cameo,
Visage,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.