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 Belarus and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the disco 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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Kas Product,
Marc Almond,
The Real Kids,
Tim Buckley,
Slave,
Arthur Verocai,
Swell Maps,
Toni Rubio,
The Mojo Men,
Pierre Henry,
Mo-Dettes,
The J.B.'s,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Five Americans,
The Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soul II Soul,
Young Marble Giants,
Eli Mardock,
Arab on Radar,
Jacob Miller,
Barbara Tucker,
The Residents,
Todd Rundgren,
Agent Orange,
Barclay James Harvest,
Monolake,
Aloha Tigers,
David Axelrod,
Interpol,
Bush Tetras,
Organ,
Fluxion,
Mary Jane Girls,
Erykah Badu,
Eve St. Jones,
Eden Ahbez,
Chrome,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Zeros,
Morten Harket,
Joy Division,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camberwell Now,
Ludus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soft Machine,
Groovy Waters,
This Heat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Robert Görl,
Au Pairs,
Albert Ayler,
David Bowie,
Maleditus Sound,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.