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 East Timor and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 the Association to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Davy DMX,
Vladislav Delay,
Crooked Eye,
Yaz,
The Angels of Light,
Nils Olav,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The United States of America,
Chris Corsano,
Rosa Yemen,
Second Layer,
Blancmange,
The Moody Blues,
Lakeside,
Q65,
Sarah Menescal,
Fugazi,
Alison Limerick,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rotary Connection,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Sherman,
The Red Krayola,
Don Cherry,
Fluxion,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Echospace,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Modern Lovers,
Tom Boy,
Tears for Fears,
Alphaville,
Model 500,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soulsonic Force,
Silicon Teens,
Basic Channel,
Scott Walker,
R.M.O.,
Rakim,
Eric B and Rakim,
48th St. Collective,
Wolf Eyes,
Ice-T,
Bush Tetras,
Idris Muhammad,
The Sonics,
Girls At Our Best!,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fire Engines,
Q and Not U,
Arab on Radar,
The Standells,
F. McDonald,
Half Japanese,
U.S. Maple,
PIL,
X-Ray Spex,
Shoche,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.