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 Oman and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Suicide to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Ken Boothe,
Pierre Henry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Spoonie Gee,
Kayak,
Eddi Front,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Thompson Twins,
Mark Hollis,
Quando Quango,
Japan,
DJ Style,
Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Prunes,
Tomorrow,
Quadrant,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pole,
The Kinks,
Pantytec,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brass Construction,
Banda Bassotti,
Amon Düül II,
Con Funk Shun,
Camouflage,
Pet Shop Boys,
Reagan Youth,
Technova,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bad Manners,
F. McDonald,
Bill Near,
Khruangbin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yazoo,
The Red Krayola,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Connie Case,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jeff Lynne,
June Days,
Black Sheep,
Hoover,
Matthew Halsall,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pere Ubu,
Panda Bear,
Leonard Cohen,
The Slits,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aloha Tigers,
Mo-Dettes,
The Associates,
The Buckinghams,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Litter,
Stiv Bators,
The Cowsills,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.