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 Botswana and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Michael McDonald 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 Girls At Our Best! to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Franke,
X-101,
Godley & Creme,
Das Ding,
Stereo Dub,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Porter Ricks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sun City Girls,
K-Klass,
Rites of Spring,
Joyce Sims,
Cameo,
Marc Almond,
The Offenders,
Schoolly D,
Japan,
The Busters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barbara Tucker,
X-Ray Spex,
The Angels of Light,
Hashim,
Hasil Adkins,
Soul Sonic Force,
Public Image Ltd.,
H. Thieme,
The Monks,
The Motions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Coltrane,
Echospace,
Shoche,
Wings,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scion,
Mr. Review,
James White and The Blacks,
Rosa Yemen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Althea and Donna,
These Immortal Souls,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Flag,
Harmonia,
Hot Snakes,
The Happenings,
Mission of Burma,
Ultimate Spinach,
AZ,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Womack,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Motorama,
Intrusion,
Anthony Braxton,
Fad Gadget,
Ornette Coleman,
Pantaleimon,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.