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 Estonia and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
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 clarinet 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 Roxy Music to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Piero Umiliani,
The Searchers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Cale,
Eden Ahbez,
Steve Hackett,
Pole,
Warsaw,
Matthew Halsall,
Audionom,
The Red Krayola,
Sun Ra,
China Crisis,
Godley & Creme,
New York Dolls,
Skriet,
Motorama,
Cybotron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sister Nancy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Neu!,
Ludus,
Juan Atkins,
The Standells,
Lucky Dragons,
Index,
The Saints,
Hoover,
Lou Christie,
Judy Mowatt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Procol Harum,
The United States of America,
Gil Scott Heron,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camberwell Now,
Crooked Eye,
Sixth Finger,
Grauzone,
Patti Smith,
Icehouse,
Prince Buster,
Basic Channel,
The Gories,
Ultra Naté,
Jeff Lynne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Danielle Patucci,
F. McDonald,
Ken Boothe,
Dorothy Ashby,
X-102,
Rod Modell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Spandau Ballet,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Raincoats,
Infiniti,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.