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 United Kingdom and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cymande to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Eli Mardock,
The Monochrome Set,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Moody Blues,
Mandrill,
The Kinks,
Accadde A,
The Misunderstood,
Soft Machine,
Boz Scaggs,
The Human League,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Oneida,
Scan 7,
Angry Samoans,
Big Daddy Kane,
10cc,
The Electric Prunes,
K-Klass,
Y Pants,
The Names,
Neu!,
Anthony Braxton,
A Certain Ratio,
Spoonie Gee,
Slave,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wire,
Yaz,
The Real Kids,
Buzzcocks,
Shoche,
Deepchord,
the Swans,
Janne Schatter,
Lalann,
June of 44,
the Association,
Zapp,
Soul II Soul,
Altered Images,
Aloha Tigers,
Silicon Teens,
Spandau Ballet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Donald Byrd,
Gang Gang Dance,
Adolescents,
The J.B.'s,
The Martian,
Kurtis Blow,
Harmonia,
Cheater Slicks,
Arcadia,
Moebius,
Stockholm Monsters,
Zero Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.