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 Serbia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
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 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 Vladislav Delay to the funk 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Essential Logic,
Sex Pistols,
Althea and Donna,
Throbbing Gristle,
Davy DMX,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fortunes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Motorama,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
David Axelrod,
Cal Tjader,
Prince Buster,
Rhythm & Sound,
Icehouse,
Gang Starr,
Yellowson,
Henry Cow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
X-Ray Spex,
Toni Rubio,
In Retrospect,
Iggy Pop,
Minny Pops,
Junior Murvin,
Duran Duran,
Eyeless In Gaza,
New Age Steppers,
The Wake,
The Leaves,
Country Teasers,
Desert Stars,
Quantec,
Half Japanese,
Pulsallama,
The Young Rascals,
Grey Daturas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Raincoats,
Crash Course in Science,
the Swans,
Ultra Naté,
June Days,
The United States of America,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Michelle Simonal,
Neil Young,
Dual Sessions,
Franke,
Nico,
Silicon Teens,
The Happenings,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rotary Connection,
the Sonics,
Fad Gadget,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.