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 Portugal and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 Lightning Bolt to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Y Pants,
Animal Collective,
Pagans,
Vainqueur,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Average White Band,
Simply Red,
Absolute Body Control,
Talk Talk,
Kevin Saunderson,
Qualms,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The United States of America,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Cale,
Icehouse,
Connie Case,
Oblivians,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deakin,
Groovy Waters,
Fear,
The Gories,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Don Cherry,
Echospace,
Crooked Eye,
The Saints,
Morten Harket,
Chrome,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Skarface,
John Lydon,
Alice Coltrane,
Eden Ahbez,
UT,
Rapeman,
Black Sheep,
ABBA,
Gang of Four,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ken Boothe,
Derrick Morgan,
The Birthday Party,
Hardrive,
Franke,
Depeche Mode,
Kayak,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Isaac Hayes,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fuzztones,
Todd Rundgren,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.