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 Thailand and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 The Toasters to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Trumans Water,
U.S. Maple,
The Selecter,
Model 500,
Severed Heads,
Blake Baxter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mad Mike,
Camberwell Now,
Nico,
Scrapy,
The Invisible,
The Flesh Eaters,
Matthew Halsall,
Ornette Coleman,
Patti Smith,
Fugazi,
Wasted Youth,
Babytalk,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Albert Ayler,
Funky Four + One,
The Divine Comedy,
Marc Almond,
The Monochrome Set,
Sex Pistols,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeff Lynne,
Sarah Menescal,
Peter & Gordon,
Wire,
Aswad,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Underground Resistance,
Darondo,
Crash Course in Science,
The Stooges,
Colin Newman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
June of 44,
Delon & Dalcan,
Althea and Donna,
Heaven 17,
Sandy B,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scientists,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ossler,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roger Hodgson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Duran Duran,
ABC,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Grass Roots,
The Velvet Underground,
Audionom,
F. McDonald,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.