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 Israel and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Gerry Rafferty to the grunge 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neu!,
The Toasters,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fall,
John Cale,
Oneida,
Sun Ra,
Laurel Aitken,
The Wake,
kango's stein massive,
Todd Rundgren,
AZ,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Dead C,
The Barracudas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rosa Yemen,
Circle Jerks,
Janne Schatter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Reagan Youth,
Brick,
Alison Limerick,
Kaleidoscope,
Pulsallama,
Bauhaus,
Eli Mardock,
Agent Orange,
Zero Boys,
World's Most,
The Smiths,
Nas,
Tim Buckley,
Masters at Work,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
X-102,
Freddie Wadling,
Pagans,
John Foxx,
Jesper Dahlback,
Shoche,
MC5,
The Cure,
Soft Cell,
Unwound,
Deadbeat,
The Five Americans,
Duran Duran,
Nik Kershaw,
U.S. Maple,
Talk Talk,
Mr. Review,
Yazoo,
Matthew Bourne,
Whodini,
Moby Grape,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.