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 Kenya and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 Gerry Rafferty to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Heaven 17,
Hardrive,
The Cure,
Kayak,
Aloha Tigers,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tim Buckley,
The Index,
David Bowie,
Unrelated Segments,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Electric Prunes,
Young Marble Giants,
Adolescents,
John Holt,
The Dead C,
Deakin,
Arthur Verocai,
PIL,
Fear,
Chris Corsano,
Faust,
Liliput,
Warren Ellis,
Minny Pops,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alison Limerick,
Agent Orange,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultravox,
Sister Nancy,
Minor Threat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Moebius,
Swans,
Groovy Waters,
The Invisible,
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Techniques,
Sex Pistols,
Junior Murvin,
Siglo XX,
Michelle Simonal,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Harpers Bizarre,
Silicon Teens,
The Cramps,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Birthday Party,
Grey Daturas,
Quadrant,
Josef K,
Technova,
Crooked Eye,
the Germs,
the Soft Cell,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.