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 Croatia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Josef K to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Amon Düül II,
The Smiths,
Pet Shop Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultimate Spinach,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pulsallama,
Danielle Patucci,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Neon Judgement,
Mr. Review,
Animal Collective,
H. Thieme,
D'Angelo,
Ronan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Main Source,
The Sonics,
Nils Olav,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
UT,
Grandmaster Flash,
Interpol,
T. Rex,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Henry Cow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Agent Orange,
Crooked Eye,
Excepter,
Brick,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Last Poets,
the Soft Cell,
The Vogues,
X-102,
Royal Trux,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Little Man,
Eddi Front,
Skaos,
Roxette,
Erykah Badu,
DNA,
Iggy Pop,
Motorama,
Terry Callier,
The Slackers,
Don Cherry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Slits,
The Doobie Brothers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minnie Riperton,
Todd Rundgren,
Cheater Slicks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scratch Acid,
Nico,
Cal Tjader,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.