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 Bulgaria and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 Royal Trux to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jeff Lynne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Thompson Twins,
T. Rex,
Nils Olav,
The Index,
Index,
Whodini,
Morten Harket,
The Moody Blues,
Minutemen,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bush Tetras,
Gerry Rafferty,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cluster,
The Skatalites,
The Human League,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Interpol,
a-ha,
the Swans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pussy Galore,
Black Moon,
Procol Harum,
Tomorrow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Outsiders,
Amazonics,
The Five Americans,
Skarface,
Man Parrish,
Radio Birdman,
Visage,
DJ Style,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Peter and Kerry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marshall Jefferson,
Surgeon,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Peter & Gordon,
Section 25,
Jacob Miller,
Janne Schatter,
The Saints,
The Invisible,
Letta Mbulu,
The Blackbyrds,
Rufus Thomas,
Fear,
The Selecter,
Spoonie Gee,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cymande,
Lower 48,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.