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 Bahrain and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Holger Czukay 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 Porter Ricks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Interpol,
Dawn Penn,
The Slits,
Deakin,
cv313,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soft Cell,
Scientists,
Goldenarms,
the Human League,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wolf Eyes,
Sparks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mars,
Quantec,
L. Decosne,
The Monks,
Ornette Coleman,
Lindisfarne,
Whodini,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Sonics,
The Fall,
Sex Pistols,
Amon Düül,
Sun Ra,
Motorama,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Lydon,
Grey Daturas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Q and Not U,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Swans,
Darondo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Boogie Down Productions,
Faraquet,
The Slackers,
Television Personalities,
Liliput,
Sister Nancy,
David McCallum,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
a-ha,
Roxette,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Boz Scaggs,
Tom Boy,
Kayak,
Juan Atkins,
Scrapy,
Hasil Adkins,
Warsaw,
Thompson Twins,
Marmalade,
Jawbox,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.