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 Azerbaijan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Scrapy to the techno 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Wake,
Procol Harum,
Robert Hood,
Saccharine Trust,
Electric Prunes,
Ituana,
Hasil Adkins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Parry Music,
Crime,
The Beau Brummels,
The Names,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roger Hodgson,
Deakin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camberwell Now,
Spandau Ballet,
Rotary Connection,
Smog,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roxette,
Agent Orange,
Moby Grape,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Moleskins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dead Boys,
10cc,
Visage,
Peter & Gordon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eden Ahbez,
Bush Tetras,
the Normal,
Television Personalities,
Massinfluence,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bootsy Collins,
Severed Heads,
Jesper Dahlback,
Simply Red,
Rites of Spring,
Pole,
Quando Quango,
The Fall,
Agitation Free,
China Crisis,
The Cramps,
Erykah Badu,
T. Rex,
Shoche,
The Martian,
The Techniques,
Fad Gadget,
The Birthday Party,
Hoover,
Black Pus,
James White and The Blacks,
David Axelrod,
The Angels of Light,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.