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 Portugal and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Masters at Work to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Faraquet,
Dual Sessions,
Desert Stars,
Cal Tjader,
June Days,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Massinfluence,
Deadbeat,
kango's stein massive,
Faust,
Trumans Water,
Eddi Front,
Crime,
Audionom,
The Mojo Men,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Howard Jones,
The Walker Brothers,
Lucky Dragons,
Kerri Chandler,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Chris Corsano,
the Germs,
Shoche,
Adolescents,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Yazoo,
Bang On A Can,
The Invisible,
Darondo,
CMW,
Yaz,
Letta Mbulu,
The Victims,
Al Stewart,
Siglo XX,
Alison Limerick,
Mission of Burma,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yellowson,
The Angels of Light,
Bill Wells,
The Beau Brummels,
Livin' Joy,
Hoover,
Kaleidoscope,
Rites of Spring,
Nirvana,
AZ,
Bronski Beat,
The Young Rascals,
Lyres,
Anakelly,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dawn Penn,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.