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 Syria and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum 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 Talk Talk to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Magma,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mandrill,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jandek,
Shoche,
New York Dolls,
Lou Reed,
Scan 7,
Pierre Henry,
Eddi Front,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Television,
Underground Resistance,
The Five Americans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
James White and The Blacks,
This Heat,
Henry Cow,
The Monks,
In Retrospect,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tomorrow,
Nik Kershaw,
Tom Boy,
Liliput,
Second Layer,
JFA,
Fugazi,
Deakin,
Severed Heads,
Visage,
The Evens,
Simply Red,
Amon Düül II,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Dirtbombs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sound Behaviour,
Angry Samoans,
Average White Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Slick Rick,
Moebius,
Sparks,
The Gap Band,
Scientists,
The Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Supertramp,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Bananas,
Aural Exciters,
Ultra Naté,
The Seeds,
Wally Richardson,
Cheater Slicks,
Dead Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.