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 Bulgaria and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 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 The United States of America to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Altered Images,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Happenings,
Soft Machine,
Minor Threat,
Dawn Penn,
Charles Mingus,
Ten City,
Marmalade,
Chris Corsano,
Rekid,
PIL,
10cc,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Remains,
Excepter,
Crash Course in Science,
Mission of Burma,
Ultra Naté,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Flag,
The Young Rascals,
The Offenders,
Warsaw,
Laurel Aitken,
Hot Snakes,
Jeff Lynne,
Graham Central Station,
Sunsets and Hearts,
FM Einheit,
In Retrospect,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lungfish,
Cheater Slicks,
Fela Kuti,
Parry Music,
Nils Olav,
The Gun Club,
UT,
Skarface,
The Toasters,
Little Man,
Deepchord,
The Trojans,
Interpol,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Index,
Liliput,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Groovy Waters,
Brick,
Symarip,
Fad Gadget,
Crime,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bang On A Can,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Don Cherry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Loose Ends,
The Five Americans,
Suicide,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.