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 Andorra and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar 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 China Crisis to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
David McCallum,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Niagra,
Archie Shepp,
Brick,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Moody Blues,
Cheater Slicks,
Mantronix,
Alton Ellis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camberwell Now,
Dennis Brown,
Maleditus Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Peter and Kerry,
Faust,
Pulsallama,
Delta 5,
Faraquet,
Hoover,
The Toasters,
Inner City,
Rekid,
Junior Murvin,
Boredoms,
Kas Product,
Sunsets and Hearts,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Sisters of Mercy,
James White and The Blacks,
This Heat,
Slave,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
New York Dolls,
Scrapy,
The Slackers,
Average White Band,
Banda Bassotti,
The Victims,
L. Decosne,
Brothers Johnson,
Rufus Thomas,
The Blues Magoos,
Ornette Coleman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Masters at Work,
Pagans,
Duran Duran,
The Evens,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roxette,
Von Mondo,
David Axelrod,
Arcadia,
Scion,
Symarip,
Robert Hood,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.