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 Rwanda 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Masters at Work to the jazz 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Jeff Lynne,
X-102,
Roxette,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Reed,
Das Ding,
Scott Walker,
Rufus Thomas,
Popol Vuh,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Todd Rundgren,
Stetsasonic,
Fluxion,
Juan Atkins,
Bang On A Can,
Radiohead,
Niagra,
Bush Tetras,
Spandau Ballet,
The J.B.'s,
The Skatalites,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Vogues,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sandy B,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rakim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lebanon Hanover,
Blancmange,
Lalann,
Black Bananas,
10cc,
One Last Wish,
Suburban Knight,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Echospace,
Bluetip,
Sun City Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Skriet,
Monolake,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kaleidoscope,
Bauhaus,
Fear,
Pylon,
Brothers Johnson,
Donny Hathaway,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eric Dolphy,
X-Ray Spex,
Excepter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
China Crisis,
Wolf Eyes,
The Count Five,
Wasted Youth,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.