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 Canada and from London.
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 Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gastr Del Sol to the jazz 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Theoretical Girls,
Joe Smooth,
The Evens,
Shoche,
Graham Central Station,
The Trojans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Royal Trux,
R.M.O.,
Junior Murvin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Happenings,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gil Scott Heron,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cramps,
Archie Shepp,
Alice Coltrane,
The Alarm Clocks,
Procol Harum,
Nick Fraelich,
Lightning Bolt,
The Doobie Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Essential Logic,
Cluster,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gong,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soft Machine,
Main Source,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hardrive,
E-Dancer,
Excepter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camberwell Now,
Aswad,
Soft Cell,
The Golliwogs,
X-102,
John Foxx,
Neu!,
June Days,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tom Boy,
Section 25,
the Soft Cell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minutemen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The American Breed,
The Young Rascals,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hashim,
Jeff Lynne,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.