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 Venezuela and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 David Bowie 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 Motions to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cymande,
Agent Orange,
Steve Hackett,
New Order,
Lalann,
Traffic Nightmare,
Janne Schatter,
Fatback Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Jeff Mills,
Motorama,
June Days,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mo-Dettes,
The Saints,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Surgeon,
Slave,
Crime,
Kayak,
X-101,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Last Poets,
Absolute Body Control,
MDC,
The Remains,
Cluster,
Dual Sessions,
The Fortunes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Judy Mowatt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Junior Murvin,
Ten City,
the Slits,
Desert Stars,
Eric Dolphy,
Japan,
The Standells,
Nik Kershaw,
Prince Buster,
Pantaleimon,
Ponytail,
Marine Girls,
Adolescents,
Cecil Taylor,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Count Five,
Donald Byrd,
Dark Day,
The Fall,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
New Age Steppers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Television,
Yusef Lateef,
Y Pants,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.