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 Germany and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 Au Pairs to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jimmy McGriff,
MC5,
Matthew Halsall,
Outsiders,
Essential Logic,
Fad Gadget,
H. Thieme,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roxy Music,
New Age Steppers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
ABBA,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Moss Icon,
The Durutti Column,
Rod Modell,
Curtis Mayfield,
Amon Düül II,
Carl Craig,
Roy Ayers,
The New Christs,
Ice-T,
The Walker Brothers,
Joe Finger,
Pole,
Gabor Szabo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pantytec,
Barbara Tucker,
The Golliwogs,
Chris Corsano,
The Invisible,
Frankie Knuckles,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Moody Blues,
The Blues Magoos,
Malaria!,
Nico,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Electric Prunes,
Derrick May,
Mission of Burma,
Eric B and Rakim,
Qualms,
The Residents,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camouflage,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Saints,
Minor Threat,
The Young Rascals,
Lindisfarne,
Talk Talk,
The Dirtbombs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultravox,
Minny Pops,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.