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 Armenia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Quantec to the techno 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Babytalk,
Barrington Levy,
Erasure,
Anakelly,
The Mojo Men,
This Heat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Procol Harum,
Massinfluence,
The Fuzztones,
Tim Buckley,
Eurythmics,
The Barracudas,
Neil Young,
Rod Modell,
The Fall,
Television,
E-Dancer,
Jeff Lynne,
David Bowie,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Michelle Simonal,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sun Ra,
Nirvana,
Kenny Larkin,
New Age Steppers,
Scrapy,
H. Thieme,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
New York Dolls,
Adolescents,
Ice-T,
Gong,
Ossler,
Boz Scaggs,
Cluster,
The Fire Engines,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Swans,
Fat Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yaz,
Traffic Nightmare,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flash Fearless,
Tropical Tobacco,
Guru Guru,
the Association,
T. Rex,
Joey Negro,
Sandy B,
Loose Ends,
Warren Ellis,
Barry Ungar,
The Selecter,
Derrick May,
Hasil Adkins,
The Seeds,
The Doobie Brothers,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.