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 Algeria and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
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 sitar 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 Sarah Menescal to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
K-Klass,
Eric Copeland,
Man Parrish,
10cc,
Boredoms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Black Dice,
Derrick May,
Tom Boy,
The Shadows of Knight,
James White and The Blacks,
Suicide,
Mark Hollis,
Mars,
Blossom Toes,
The Residents,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crash Course in Science,
The New Christs,
Charles Mingus,
Archie Shepp,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ken Boothe,
The Buckinghams,
Kayak,
The Beau Brummels,
Faust,
Section 25,
Qualms,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Leonard Cohen,
Severed Heads,
Soul Sonic Force,
Goldenarms,
The Selecter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Agitation Free,
Gil Scott Heron,
X-102,
Mary Jane Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mandrill,
Terrestrial Tones,
Al Stewart,
The Knickerbockers,
The Young Rascals,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gong,
David Axelrod,
Flipper,
Camberwell Now,
Amon Düül II,
Visage,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Christie,
Das Ding,
Pylon,
Slick Rick,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.