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 East Timor and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the rap 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joe Finger,
Sight & Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Toasters,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gories,
Soul II Soul,
Man Parrish,
Davy DMX,
Banda Bassotti,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Graham Central Station,
kango's stein massive,
Fluxion,
John Lydon,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Christie,
The Birthday Party,
Bill Near,
John Coltrane,
The Beau Brummels,
Scan 7,
Massinfluence,
The Golliwogs,
In Retrospect,
X-101,
David Bowie,
A Certain Ratio,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Tremeloes,
The Velvet Underground,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Reed,
Mantronix,
the Swans,
Wally Richardson,
Colin Newman,
Dual Sessions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Byrd,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sällskapet,
The Residents,
Urselle,
AZ,
Roger Hodgson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Babytalk,
The Smiths,
Procol Harum,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Sound,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.