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 El Salvador and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 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 Glambeats Corp. to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Angels of Light,
Isaac Hayes,
Electric Prunes,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fire Engines,
The Techniques,
Dawn Penn,
Alphaville,
Porter Ricks,
Quadrant,
Underground Resistance,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Womack,
Lungfish,
Shoche,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Godley & Creme,
Qualms,
Wings,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brick,
Sight & Sound,
Lower 48,
John Foxx,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pere Ubu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Faust,
New York Dolls,
The Birthday Party,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Panda Bear,
The Star Department,
The Smiths,
Technova,
Guru Guru,
The Count Five,
Terrestrial Tones,
Arthur Verocai,
Main Source,
Ornette Coleman,
This Heat,
Whodini,
The Saints,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Altered Images,
Television Personalities,
Josef K,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Blossom Toes,
China Crisis,
Soft Machine,
Public Image Ltd.,
10cc,
Andrew Hill,
MC5,
Ronnie Foster,
Girls At Our Best!,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.