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 Albania and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Derrick May,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Robert Hood,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mantronix,
Lakeside,
Deakin,
Section 25,
Grey Daturas,
Derrick Morgan,
World's Most,
The Durutti Column,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Buzzcocks,
Outsiders,
The Smiths,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Martian,
Roxette,
Reagan Youth,
Electric Prunes,
Basic Channel,
Angry Samoans,
Ornette Coleman,
Barrington Levy,
The Remains,
Newcleus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Young Marble Giants,
Rotary Connection,
Easy Going,
Aswad,
Cheater Slicks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Con Funk Shun,
Camouflage,
The Fugs,
The Fortunes,
Erasure,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Human League,
The American Breed,
Sonic Youth,
China Crisis,
Icehouse,
Slick Rick,
MC5,
Dead Boys,
AZ,
Public Enemy,
Jerry's Kids,
kango's stein massive,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nas,
Gabor Szabo,
Darondo,
Black Bananas,
One Last Wish,
Cluster,
Blossom Toes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.