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 Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum 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 Talk Talk to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Erasure,
Minny Pops,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Maurizio,
Bad Manners,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Coltrane,
Robert Hood,
The Velvet Underground,
The Dirtbombs,
Buzzcocks,
Man Parrish,
The Tremeloes,
Public Enemy,
Nick Fraelich,
The Saints,
The Young Rascals,
Dennis Brown,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Skarface,
Loose Ends,
Sparks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Electric Prunes,
Lindisfarne,
Half Japanese,
The Beau Brummels,
The Move,
Anthony Braxton,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hoover,
Dave Gahan,
Ituana,
Moss Icon,
Darondo,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fall,
Don Cherry,
Henry Cow,
Fatback Band,
The Raincoats,
Spandau Ballet,
Sam Rivers,
Interpol,
Radiopuhelimet,
Theoretical Girls,
Mars,
F. McDonald,
Smog,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marine Girls,
Ice-T,
Dead Boys,
Ultravox,
Lungfish,
The Toasters,
Camberwell Now,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.