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 Brazil and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kaleidoscope to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Little Man,
Simply Red,
the Normal,
Roxette,
China Crisis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Young Marble Giants,
Procol Harum,
The Vogues,
The Fire Engines,
Lakeside,
Ronnie Foster,
Swans,
Clear Light,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Unrelated Segments,
Rosa Yemen,
Marvin Gaye,
John Cale,
EPMD,
Brick,
Blancmange,
Scrapy,
Iggy Pop,
Duran Duran,
Severed Heads,
Tim Buckley,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deadbeat,
R.M.O.,
Alphaville,
Stereo Dub,
Gong,
The Monks,
Tom Boy,
Unwound,
Graham Central Station,
Gil Scott Heron,
Judy Mowatt,
Desert Stars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun City Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
H. Thieme,
Gichy Dan,
The Durutti Column,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Negative Approach,
the Germs,
Spandau Ballet,
Moby Grape,
Gang of Four,
Pere Ubu,
Ultra Naté,
The Music Machine,
Index,
Monks,
Nik Kershaw,
Derrick May,
MDC,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.