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 Estonia and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin 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 The Music Machine to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Todd Rundgren,
Tim Buckley,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Trumans Water,
The Cure,
The Busters,
Bush Tetras,
Zero Boys,
T. Rex,
Eurythmics,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cowsills,
Judy Mowatt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Junior Murvin,
Audionom,
Rufus Thomas,
Steve Hackett,
Roxette,
Intrusion,
Gichy Dan,
Yellowson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Foxx,
The Fortunes,
Vainqueur,
Underground Resistance,
Jacques Brel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The New Christs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Essential Logic,
Supertramp,
This Heat,
Flipper,
Camberwell Now,
Minor Threat,
Little Man,
Fluxion,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Isaac Hayes,
One Last Wish,
Camouflage,
It's A Beautiful Day,
K-Klass,
Derrick Morgan,
Arab on Radar,
Freddie Wadling,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mandrill,
Lindisfarne,
Panda Bear,
Nirvana,
The Monks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Blackbyrds,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joy Division,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.