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 Ivory Coast and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cowsills,
The Pop Group,
Inner City,
Gang Green,
Leonard Cohen,
Circle Jerks,
Reuben Wilson,
Schoolly D,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Country Teasers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ronnie Foster,
Mars,
The Gap Band,
Magazine,
Los Fastidios,
Colin Newman,
Urselle,
John Coltrane,
New Order,
Rekid,
The Walker Brothers,
John Foxx,
Al Stewart,
Barry Ungar,
Scion,
Pierre Henry,
Lindisfarne,
Junior Murvin,
Neu!,
R.M.O.,
Dave Gahan,
Vladislav Delay,
London Community Gospel Choir,
David Bowie,
Max Romeo,
Amon Düül,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gichy Dan,
Roxette,
Tom Boy,
The Remains,
Organ,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
D'Angelo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Evens,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bush Tetras,
Duran Duran,
Unrelated Segments,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Unwound,
Kas Product,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.