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 Sri Lanka and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cluster to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
FM Einheit,
Pole,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gichy Dan,
Eve St. Jones,
The Human League,
These Immortal Souls,
The Beau Brummels,
Fear,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Parry Music,
Moss Icon,
Todd Rundgren,
The Electric Prunes,
The Durutti Column,
Deadbeat,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Star Department,
F. McDonald,
Wire,
Main Source,
Oblivians,
The Remains,
The Slits,
The Associates,
The Toasters,
The Leaves,
Youth Brigade,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rites of Spring,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Byron Stingily,
Gerry Rafferty,
Moebius,
Stiv Bators,
Matthew Halsall,
Talk Talk,
Josef K,
the Sonics,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brass Construction,
Yazoo,
Ponytail,
Index,
Franke,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dual Sessions,
Albert Ayler,
Man Parrish,
Crime,
Altered Images,
Average White Band,
Flipper,
Ultra Naté,
Royal Trux,
The Dirtbombs,
The Evens,
Pantytec,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.