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 Saudi Arabia and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Television to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Roxy Music,
Swell Maps,
Byron Stingily,
The Searchers,
Stereo Dub,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Dirtbombs,
Spoonie Gee,
Skaos,
Pierre Henry,
Ohio Players,
Blossom Toes,
The Mojo Men,
Gang of Four,
Television,
Zapp,
Brand Nubian,
The Raincoats,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Procol Harum,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tomorrow,
Altered Images,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deadbeat,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tommy Roe,
John Cale,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
E-Dancer,
Curtis Mayfield,
Intrusion,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Byrd,
Sight & Sound,
Visage,
Scott Walker,
Sugar Minott,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mo-Dettes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ice-T,
New Age Steppers,
Radiohead,
B.T. Express,
the Association,
Main Source,
Swans,
Black Sheep,
The Durutti Column,
Wire,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Oneida,
Matthew Halsall,
Cybotron,
Barbara Tucker,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.