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 Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Goldenarms to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Cybotron,
Ten City,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Q and Not U,
Freddie Wadling,
Ken Boothe,
the Swans,
Mission of Burma,
Janne Schatter,
Henry Cow,
Jacob Miller,
Minutemen,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tears for Fears,
Joensuu 1685,
Main Source,
The Human League,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bluetip,
Echospace,
The Blackbyrds,
Popol Vuh,
Roy Ayers,
John Holt,
Funky Four + One,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hardrive,
Avey Tare,
Bad Manners,
The Martian,
Yazoo,
The Raincoats,
Adolescents,
Can,
Duran Duran,
Derrick Morgan,
Model 500,
Q65,
The Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jeff Lynne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lucky Dragons,
Pet Shop Boys,
Delta 5,
Aswad,
Yaz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tom Boy,
Nico,
Quando Quango,
Bob Dylan,
Sarah Menescal,
Ponytail,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.