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 Cape Verde and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Flash Fearless to the punk 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Davy DMX,
Harry Pussy,
Nico,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fear,
Kaleidoscope,
Donald Byrd,
Ornette Coleman,
Warren Ellis,
Jacques Brel,
Wire,
Prince Buster,
Deepchord,
Sun Ra,
The Offenders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bob Dylan,
Groovy Waters,
Roxette,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Surgeon,
cv313,
Mr. Review,
The Fall,
Joe Smooth,
The Modern Lovers,
Rufus Thomas,
The American Breed,
Monolake,
The Standells,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Steve Hackett,
Judy Mowatt,
Glenn Branca,
Ten City,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Electric Prunes,
48th St. Collective,
Laurel Aitken,
Erasure,
Darondo,
Simply Red,
Camberwell Now,
Crooked Eye,
Masters at Work,
The Real Kids,
Sonic Youth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Little Man,
Stockholm Monsters,
Babytalk,
Guru Guru,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Womack,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dorothy Ashby,
Half Japanese,
The Fortunes,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.