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 Kiribati and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
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 harpsichord 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 The Move to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Lee Hazlewood,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Associates,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Byrd,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yusef Lateef,
Joe Finger,
Crispian St. Peters,
Duran Duran,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bush Tetras,
Howard Jones,
Hardrive,
Blake Baxter,
The Invisible,
Second Layer,
Arab on Radar,
Magazine,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tom Boy,
Agitation Free,
Moebius,
Monks,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultravox,
Flipper,
Nik Kershaw,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eric Dolphy,
Television Personalities,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soft Cell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tears for Fears,
Altered Images,
John Cale,
Ohio Players,
Danielle Patucci,
Roger Hodgson,
Joensuu 1685,
Shoche,
Marmalade,
Royal Trux,
Lower 48,
Brothers Johnson,
Cheater Slicks,
Zapp,
Rites of Spring,
Minny Pops,
Matthew Halsall,
the Human League,
Jandek,
Aswad,
Glenn Branca,
Faraquet,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.