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 Peru and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 Tom Boy to the grunge 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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Quando Quango,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stetsasonic,
Pole,
Flamin' Groovies,
JFA,
Ornette Coleman,
ABC,
Patti Smith,
Von Mondo,
Scion,
B.T. Express,
Derrick Morgan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Basic Channel,
Monolake,
the Bar-Kays,
Colin Newman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gichy Dan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Clear Light,
X-101,
Cameo,
The Dirtbombs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Skriet,
Eurythmics,
Boz Scaggs,
Absolute Body Control,
Brand Nubian,
L. Decosne,
Todd Rundgren,
Yaz,
Pantaleimon,
Swell Maps,
Funkadelic,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Durutti Column,
Soft Machine,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lee Hazlewood,
These Immortal Souls,
The Music Machine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Matthew Bourne,
The Tremeloes,
Aloha Tigers,
The Vogues,
Kenny Larkin,
Slave,
Tom Boy,
Roxette,
Eve St. Jones,
Bauhaus,
Joe Smooth,
Flash Fearless,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.