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 Ireland and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the punk 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case 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?
Symarip,
Reagan Youth,
T. Rex,
The Pretty Things,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Zeros,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Christie,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Das Ding,
Audionom,
Spandau Ballet,
U.S. Maple,
Reuben Wilson,
the Slits,
Kenny Larkin,
Excepter,
The Human League,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Siglo XX,
kango's stein massive,
Qualms,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soulsonic Force,
R.M.O.,
Sun Ra,
Anthony Braxton,
Skaos,
The Names,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bob Dylan,
Mission of Burma,
Steve Hackett,
Kurtis Blow,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Seeds,
The Move,
The Mummies,
Guru Guru,
Angry Samoans,
The Grass Roots,
Eric Dolphy,
48th St. Collective,
Cheater Slicks,
Eric Copeland,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aloha Tigers,
Howard Jones,
The Associates,
Alphaville,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Suicide,
Nirvana,
Japan,
Fear,
Sonic Youth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Ludus,
Anakelly,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.