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 Afghanistan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes 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 Excepter to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Mad Mike,
D'Angelo,
Average White Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Youth Brigade,
a-ha,
Zero Boys,
Eddi Front,
Minny Pops,
Rosa Yemen,
Anakelly,
kango's stein massive,
Crooked Eye,
The Toasters,
Slick Rick,
Charles Mingus,
Mandrill,
John Foxx,
Niagra,
Swans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Hood,
Roger Hodgson,
Stetsasonic,
Morten Harket,
The Moleskins,
Radio Birdman,
Das Ding,
The Pretty Things,
David Axelrod,
Yellowson,
Jeff Lynne,
Ken Boothe,
Howard Jones,
Desert Stars,
Stiv Bators,
Joyce Sims,
Connie Case,
Joe Finger,
H. Thieme,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blancmange,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fortunes,
AZ,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Sonics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
T. Rex,
Eurythmics,
Gerry Rafferty,
Khruangbin,
Aaron Thompson,
Marc Almond,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.