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 India and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gang of Four to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Groovy Waters,
Lungfish,
Althea and Donna,
Roxette,
Nik Kershaw,
Television Personalities,
Jawbox,
Thompson Twins,
John Coltrane,
cv313,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Underground Resistance,
Pierre Henry,
Alphaville,
The Doors,
Soft Cell,
The Monks,
Minnie Riperton,
Main Source,
Trumans Water,
Kaleidoscope,
Zapp,
ABC,
Lou Christie,
Index,
The Barracudas,
David McCallum,
The Skatalites,
Dawn Penn,
Marc Almond,
Sister Nancy,
The Remains,
Terry Callier,
Silicon Teens,
The Knickerbockers,
Pussy Galore,
Lower 48,
Duran Duran,
This Heat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Todd Terry,
Aloha Tigers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Durutti Column,
Wally Richardson,
David Axelrod,
Altered Images,
Gerry Rafferty,
Warsaw,
Pagans,
Minutemen,
The Kinks,
Infiniti,
The Martian,
Tommy Roe,
Minny Pops,
Fela Kuti,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultra Naté,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.