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 Netherlands and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar 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 Interpol 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Eve St. Jones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Connie Case,
Skaos,
Alphaville,
Los Fastidios,
the Sonics,
Derrick May,
The Modern Lovers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joe Finger,
Matthew Bourne,
Alison Limerick,
The Leaves,
The Fortunes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lindisfarne,
Dennis Brown,
Spandau Ballet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Surgeon,
The Durutti Column,
The Walker Brothers,
AZ,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Velvet Underground,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Beau Brummels,
ABBA,
The Monks,
Spoonie Gee,
Kayak,
Babytalk,
Lower 48,
Sun Ra,
Prince Buster,
New Order,
Dawn Penn,
the Soft Cell,
Metal Thangz,
Fear,
The Doors,
The Dead C,
Pagans,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Byrd,
Joyce Sims,
Todd Rundgren,
Smog,
The Cowsills,
The Blues Magoos,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Radio Birdman,
Suburban Knight,
D'Angelo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.