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 Liberia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Amazonics to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Circle Jerks,
Pierre Henry,
Spoonie Gee,
The Blackbyrds,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barclay James Harvest,
Spandau Ballet,
Khruangbin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Second Layer,
June Days,
Blake Baxter,
Aswad,
The Raincoats,
The Smiths,
Mandrill,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scott Walker,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Cale,
Graham Central Station,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fortunes,
Franke,
Guru Guru,
Pere Ubu,
Agent Orange,
Janne Schatter,
Infiniti,
Nirvana,
The Techniques,
the Normal,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cluster,
Lyres,
Porter Ricks,
The Selecter,
The United States of America,
Ossler,
The Standells,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kenny Larkin,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fall,
Ponytail,
Scientists,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Oneida,
Alison Limerick,
Suburban Knight,
Bluetip,
The Grass Roots,
Quantec,
Howard Jones,
The Beau Brummels,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Warsaw,
Rapeman,
OOIOO,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Searchers,
FM Einheit,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.