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 Gabon and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 Flipper to the punk 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
X-102,
Organ,
The Real Kids,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sex Pistols,
Howard Jones,
Altered Images,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gang Gang Dance,
Donny Hathaway,
Drive Like Jehu,
Duran Duran,
David Bowie,
Metal Thangz,
New Order,
Erasure,
The Toasters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bush Tetras,
The Electric Prunes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Electric Prunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Monks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fire Engines,
Inner City,
The United States of America,
Flamin' Groovies,
cv313,
The Cramps,
AZ,
Adolescents,
The Blues Magoos,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Holt,
Funkadelic,
Q65,
Outsiders,
DNA,
David McCallum,
Ultra Naté,
Monks,
Leonard Cohen,
Bad Manners,
Joyce Sims,
Warren Ellis,
Ituana,
This Heat,
the Bar-Kays,
Mission of Burma,
Alphaville,
Bronski Beat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joe Finger,
Desert Stars,
Roxy Music,
Porter Ricks,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.