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 Tuvalu and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Country Teasers to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Technova,
Johnny Osbourne,
Davy DMX,
Eric Dolphy,
Los Fastidios,
Chrome,
The Toasters,
Faraquet,
Glenn Branca,
Yaz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sight & Sound,
Joey Negro,
Johnny Clarke,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Graham Central Station,
Bob Dylan,
Peter & Gordon,
The Names,
Harry Pussy,
Minutemen,
Infiniti,
Grauzone,
Rod Modell,
Au Pairs,
Blancmange,
Das Ding,
Audionom,
The Dirtbombs,
Mark Hollis,
Pylon,
The Golliwogs,
Eden Ahbez,
Anakelly,
Byron Stingily,
Q and Not U,
World's Most,
Groovy Waters,
Lower 48,
The Kinks,
The Associates,
The Five Americans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Visage,
Ossler,
Goldenarms,
Severed Heads,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eli Mardock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
LL Cool J,
The American Breed,
Angry Samoans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Raincoats,
Donny Hathaway,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.