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 India and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Q and Not U 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Bobby Byrd,
In Retrospect,
Outsiders,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Star Department,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dead Boys,
Q65,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bluetip,
Darondo,
Aural Exciters,
The Young Rascals,
The Smiths,
Soul II Soul,
Alton Ellis,
New Age Steppers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pussy Galore,
Joe Finger,
Interpol,
Ohio Players,
EPMD,
Index,
ABBA,
Marc Almond,
Man Parrish,
Alice Coltrane,
Royal Trux,
Kurtis Blow,
Skaos,
The United States of America,
Sight & Sound,
The Slits,
Derrick Morgan,
Shoche,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nirvana,
Arthur Verocai,
Roger Hodgson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Misunderstood,
the Association,
Ultravox,
Mark Hollis,
Joensuu 1685,
Swans,
Easy Going,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roxy Music,
Isaac Hayes,
Talk Talk,
Swell Maps,
Section 25,
Nico,
Camberwell Now,
Unrelated Segments,
Hashim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.