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 Sierra Leone and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Minnie Riperton to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Doors,
Wasted Youth,
Warsaw,
Minny Pops,
Toni Rubio,
Eurythmics,
Bauhaus,
The Litter,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Wyatt,
Stetsasonic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Flipper,
Suicide,
Electric Prunes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lyres,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cybotron,
Interpol,
Deakin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Second Layer,
D'Angelo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joyce Sims,
Schoolly D,
T. Rex,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aural Exciters,
Ten City,
Tears for Fears,
Procol Harum,
Negative Approach,
The Doobie Brothers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fortunes,
Silicon Teens,
kango's stein massive,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bill Near,
Swans,
Robert Hood,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Banda Bassotti,
Fat Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
Wally Richardson,
10cc,
Lucky Dragons,
Easy Going,
Rotary Connection,
B.T. Express,
Frankie Knuckles,
Harry Pussy,
Duran Duran,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.