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 Switzerland and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro 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 Kaleidoscope to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Wire,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Happenings,
Von Mondo,
The Misunderstood,
The Walker Brothers,
The Monochrome Set,
Reagan Youth,
The Zeros,
Aaron Thompson,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joe Finger,
The Seeds,
Siglo XX,
Das Ding,
Bizarre Inc.,
Faust,
the Slits,
Make Up,
Piero Umiliani,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minutemen,
The Real Kids,
Absolute Body Control,
David Bowie,
Jawbox,
Freddie Wadling,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Qualms,
The Durutti Column,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sparks,
Skaos,
The Stooges,
E-Dancer,
Icehouse,
Avey Tare,
Bob Dylan,
Don Cherry,
Skriet,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultravox,
Chrome,
Whodini,
Henry Cow,
Black Sheep,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Victims,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Severed Heads,
Jeru the Damaja,
Desert Stars,
Roy Ayers,
Eric Dolphy,
Dual Sessions,
Cheater Slicks,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.