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 Guatemala and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 MDC to the grime 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Misunderstood,
Suburban Knight,
Ludus,
The Residents,
Lalann,
Animal Collective,
Liliput,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jerry's Kids,
Scientists,
Faust,
JFA,
Anakelly,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Erasure,
Aswad,
The Black Dice,
Marvin Gaye,
Sam Rivers,
The American Breed,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pagans,
Ultravox,
The Mojo Men,
Porter Ricks,
Brick,
Subhumans,
Scion,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bob Dylan,
The Doors,
Tom Boy,
Funky Four + One,
Alison Limerick,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Womack,
Brass Construction,
Harmonia,
AZ,
Scott Walker,
Clear Light,
Sällskapet,
Q65,
The Gories,
Rakim,
Marine Girls,
Swans,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Victims,
Procol Harum,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Don Cherry,
Franke,
The Slackers,
Funkadelic,
Cymande,
10cc,
Stetsasonic,
Dave Gahan,
Graham Central Station,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.