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 Turkey and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Terrestrial Tones to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Alton Ellis,
Moebius,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Swell Maps,
Lou Reed,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Masters at Work,
Quantec,
Lalann,
Patti Smith,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fear,
The Searchers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
D'Angelo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lungfish,
Ultravox,
Delon & Dalcan,
New Order,
Maleditus Sound,
John Cale,
Idris Muhammad,
Thee Headcoats,
The Mojo Men,
Scion,
The Standells,
Don Cherry,
Andrew Hill,
cv313,
Black Pus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Iggy Pop,
Curtis Mayfield,
The American Breed,
Technova,
Outsiders,
Siglo XX,
Negative Approach,
Yusef Lateef,
Roxette,
Amazonics,
Kenny Larkin,
David McCallum,
Bobby Byrd,
Steve Hackett,
The Slackers,
The Music Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
Funky Four + One,
Angry Samoans,
Susan Cadogan,
Mad Mike,
Deakin,
Marmalade,
Donny Hathaway,
Stetsasonic,
Matthew Bourne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Youth Brigade,
Morten Harket,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.