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 Serbia and from Glasgow.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Minutemen to the dance 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Mr. Review,
Eli Mardock,
Marvin Gaye,
Alphaville,
Grauzone,
Sparks,
Spandau Ballet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Skaos,
The Knickerbockers,
Thompson Twins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Charles Mingus,
Rufus Thomas,
Procol Harum,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Pus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Supertramp,
Jerry's Kids,
The Names,
Hashim,
Tim Buckley,
Mars,
These Immortal Souls,
Goldenarms,
Ronan,
Bill Wells,
Grey Daturas,
Shoche,
Agent Orange,
Dark Day,
The J.B.'s,
DNA,
The Angels of Light,
LL Cool J,
Television,
Japan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Maleditus Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Robert Görl,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Althea and Donna,
Chris & Cosey,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Prince Buster,
Dual Sessions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jeff Lynne,
AZ,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scientists,
Groovy Waters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Underground Resistance,
The Gories,
The Skatalites,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.