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 the UAE and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Donald Fagen 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 Neil Young to the grime 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Morten Harket,
The Techniques,
Blake Baxter,
The Five Americans,
CMW,
Terry Callier,
Gabor Szabo,
June Days,
Livin' Joy,
The New Christs,
Danielle Patucci,
Scan 7,
Bobby Sherman,
Neil Young,
T.S.O.L.,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Searchers,
the Human League,
Hoover,
The Beau Brummels,
The Residents,
Sex Pistols,
Country Teasers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
PIL,
Chris Corsano,
Sparks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
L. Decosne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Television,
Rufus Thomas,
Howard Jones,
The Busters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fatback Band,
Mars,
Blancmange,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Royal Trux,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Little Man,
Fear,
Flipper,
Gregory Isaacs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Davy DMX,
Aswad,
Bob Dylan,
Jacques Brel,
Easy Going,
Sonic Youth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Chris & Cosey,
Althea and Donna,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.