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 Cambodia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
New York Dolls,
The Gun Club,
Liliput,
Moby Grape,
Masters at Work,
CMW,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tommy Roe,
The Cowsills,
The Dead C,
Sam Rivers,
Blake Baxter,
U.S. Maple,
Girls At Our Best!,
Robert Görl,
Swans,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Mojo Men,
Lungfish,
Lyres,
Davy DMX,
The Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jeff Lynne,
Lakeside,
David Bowie,
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott Heron,
Swell Maps,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Carl Craig,
Radiohead,
One Last Wish,
The Count Five,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Holt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Magma,
Reuben Wilson,
Ronnie Foster,
John Cale,
Surgeon,
Morten Harket,
Supertramp,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Seeds,
Wasted Youth,
Neu!,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pantaleimon,
Ultravox,
Aaron Thompson,
Bauhaus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dennis Brown,
Rufus Thomas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stetsasonic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.