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 Brunei and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sex Pistols to the funk 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Steve Hackett,
Kas Product,
Infiniti,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Pop Group,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Electric Prunes,
Johnny Clarke,
Fluxion,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lucky Dragons,
Bob Dylan,
The Trojans,
The Vogues,
Ice-T,
Sparks,
The Associates,
Barbara Tucker,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Agitation Free,
The Smiths,
Livin' Joy,
Khruangbin,
The Toasters,
Matthew Halsall,
The Remains,
Angry Samoans,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cramps,
The Gap Band,
New Age Steppers,
Magma,
The Human League,
The Offenders,
Wire,
Icehouse,
Dark Day,
a-ha,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Doors,
Pere Ubu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Danielle Patucci,
The Neon Judgement,
Darondo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eurythmics,
Curtis Mayfield,
Niagra,
Monks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gories,
Chris Corsano,
Babytalk,
Scientists,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.