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 Oman and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Model 500 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Ronnie Foster,
Underground Resistance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Names,
Ossler,
The Dirtbombs,
Hot Snakes,
Thompson Twins,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Grass Roots,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nas,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pantytec,
John Coltrane,
China Crisis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hasil Adkins,
Brass Construction,
John Lydon,
Country Teasers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Agitation Free,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Womack,
Sparks,
Slave,
The Blues Magoos,
Depeche Mode,
June of 44,
Fluxion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Darondo,
Spandau Ballet,
Brand Nubian,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fugazi,
The Seeds,
David McCallum,
Pulsallama,
The Doors,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bronski Beat,
Flash Fearless,
Shuggie Otis,
Television Personalities,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Quando Quango,
The Moody Blues,
Donny Hathaway,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fat Boys,
Erykah Badu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scion,
Banda Bassotti,
The Standells,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Monks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.