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 Vietnam and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 The American Breed to the jazz 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Ronan,
DNA,
Donny Hathaway,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brothers Johnson,
Graham Central Station,
Skriet,
Tubeway Army,
FM Einheit,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pussy Galore,
Tomorrow,
Au Pairs,
Roger Hodgson,
The Red Krayola,
the Germs,
Negative Approach,
Aswad,
Al Stewart,
Sex Pistols,
Arab on Radar,
Symarip,
Todd Rundgren,
Guru Guru,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rekid,
Kaleidoscope,
Blake Baxter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Zero Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
Faust,
Ken Boothe,
Main Source,
Bush Tetras,
Stereo Dub,
The Associates,
Gong,
Lou Reed,
Skaos,
Eric Dolphy,
Alphaville,
MC5,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Adolescents,
Fear,
Dorothy Ashby,
Andrew Hill,
The Kinks,
Aural Exciters,
Radiohead,
Los Fastidios,
Jeff Lynne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Qualms,
Rhythm & Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.