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 Niger and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Scan 7,
The Slits,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lyres,
Mandrill,
Patti Smith,
The Blues Magoos,
Kurtis Blow,
Dark Day,
Babytalk,
Pantytec,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Chris Corsano,
Rufus Thomas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sun Ra,
Slick Rick,
The Monks,
Nas,
Youth Brigade,
The Gories,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lalo Schifrin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Arab on Radar,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grey Daturas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tears for Fears,
The Skatalites,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Idris Muhammad,
Tubeway Army,
Television Personalities,
The Walker Brothers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minnie Riperton,
Electric Prunes,
EPMD,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Moon,
AZ,
Section 25,
Crooked Eye,
Joensuu 1685,
The Knickerbockers,
Harmonia,
Dorothy Ashby,
David McCallum,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Swell Maps,
Ossler,
Lou Reed,
The Remains,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dual Sessions,
The Seeds,
The Vogues,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.