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 Brazil and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Glambeats Corp. to the funk 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kenny Larkin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Average White Band,
Youth Brigade,
The Count Five,
Al Stewart,
The Fire Engines,
Kurtis Blow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Susan Cadogan,
Pulsallama,
The Kinks,
The Smiths,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Public Enemy,
Lou Christie,
Easy Going,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
AZ,
Niagra,
UT,
Banda Bassotti,
Popol Vuh,
Camouflage,
David McCallum,
Accadde A,
Mission of Burma,
Dual Sessions,
MDC,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Moody Blues,
Camberwell Now,
Neil Young,
Television,
Zapp,
Trumans Water,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Durutti Column,
U.S. Maple,
The Angels of Light,
Harry Pussy,
Deadbeat,
Spandau Ballet,
Can,
8 Eyed Spy,
Interpol,
Wasted Youth,
Whodini,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fall,
Public Image Ltd.,
Warsaw,
Ronnie Foster,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.