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 Malta and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 The Count Five to the electroclash 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar 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 linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Moleskins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Motorama,
Minnie Riperton,
Adolescents,
Subhumans,
Infiniti,
Y Pants,
Toni Rubio,
Crime,
The Smoke,
Ronnie Foster,
Sight & Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fall,
Camberwell Now,
Colin Newman,
Rufus Thomas,
Howard Jones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Doors,
Television Personalities,
Scan 7,
Rod Modell,
Gang Green,
The Names,
The Red Krayola,
Mantronix,
Moebius,
Jacob Miller,
Loose Ends,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pet Shop Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
MDC,
The Birthday Party,
The Remains,
the Sonics,
Dual Sessions,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bad Manners,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kayak,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DJ Style,
Bauhaus,
Goldenarms,
Ossler,
Lou Christie,
Sarah Menescal,
The Pretty Things,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Holt,
Darondo,
Symarip,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Tremeloes,
Blancmange,
Liliput,
Essential Logic,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.