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 Malawi and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ 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 The Mummies to the dance 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jeff Mills,
Cybotron,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hoover,
Ten City,
The Names,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gladiators,
The New Christs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Mummies,
The Motions,
Peter and Kerry,
The Selecter,
Pere Ubu,
Adolescents,
Anakelly,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
U.S. Maple,
the Soft Cell,
Deakin,
LL Cool J,
The Pretty Things,
The Fuzztones,
David Bowie,
Jandek,
Unrelated Segments,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Index,
The Busters,
F. McDonald,
The Five Americans,
E-Dancer,
Nils Olav,
John Holt,
The Monochrome Set,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Standells,
Roxette,
Massinfluence,
Prince Buster,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eli Mardock,
Joe Smooth,
The Smiths,
Faraquet,
Charles Mingus,
Faust,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Kinks,
Joyce Sims,
Dennis Brown,
T. Rex,
Eurythmics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Intrusion,
Underground Resistance,
48th St. Collective,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.