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 Uruguay and from Stockholm.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
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 synthesizer 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
The Moleskins,
JFA,
Black Sheep,
Average White Band,
Colin Newman,
Ice-T,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nick Fraelich,
Marvin Gaye,
The Busters,
Black Flag,
48th St. Collective,
The Real Kids,
Yellowson,
The Smoke,
Whodini,
Pussy Galore,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joe Finger,
Idris Muhammad,
Hot Snakes,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tears for Fears,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Massinfluence,
Jerry's Kids,
The Walker Brothers,
Model 500,
Slick Rick,
Scrapy,
Chrome,
The Fortunes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
X-102,
Curtis Mayfield,
Reuben Wilson,
Television Personalities,
The Birthday Party,
Swans,
Tommy Roe,
Alice Coltrane,
10cc,
John Lydon,
ABC,
Brass Construction,
Popol Vuh,
Simply Red,
The Neon Judgement,
The Doors,
Q65,
The Smiths,
Ronnie Foster,
Boredoms,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
Dave Gahan,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Toasters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.