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 Indonesia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 Sun City Girls 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Television,
Joe Smooth,
The Misunderstood,
Pere Ubu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Matthew Halsall,
Section 25,
DJ Sneak,
a-ha,
Fat Boys,
Motorama,
Unwound,
John Lydon,
The Barracudas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Metal Thangz,
Swans,
Cameo,
Janne Schatter,
MDC,
Hoover,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Goldenarms,
Bob Dylan,
The Fall,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barclay James Harvest,
Drive Like Jehu,
ABBA,
Clear Light,
New Order,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pylon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang Green,
The Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camouflage,
Ronan,
Radiohead,
Magma,
Johnny Clarke,
Jawbox,
Scratch Acid,
Cybotron,
Y Pants,
Marvin Gaye,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pagans,
Mark Hollis,
The Pop Group,
Traffic Nightmare,
Big Daddy Kane,
DNA,
The Durutti Column,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.