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 Eritrea and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jeff Lynne to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Iggy Pop,
Archie Shepp,
Procol Harum,
The Modern Lovers,
Howard Jones,
Black Pus,
The Fire Engines,
Moby Grape,
Shoche,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Searchers,
Funky Four + One,
Godley & Creme,
Guru Guru,
Tears for Fears,
Tim Buckley,
Fugazi,
Girls At Our Best!,
Connie Case,
Yaz,
Janne Schatter,
Bluetip,
Marmalade,
Gang of Four,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cowsills,
Ultra Naté,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Sound,
Can,
Japan,
Cal Tjader,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang Starr,
China Crisis,
Kas Product,
Roger Hodgson,
Gichy Dan,
Negative Approach,
David Axelrod,
The Monks,
The Cramps,
Mo-Dettes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
OOIOO,
Ludus,
Sam Rivers,
Adolescents,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camberwell Now,
Vainqueur,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eurythmics,
The Toasters,
Groovy Waters,
Kaleidoscope,
Dead Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Vogues,
Nico,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.