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 Mali and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord 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 Outsiders to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
The J.B.'s,
Erasure,
The Cure,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lower 48,
Bluetip,
Steve Hackett,
Blake Baxter,
Deepchord,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Quadrant,
Dave Gahan,
Althea and Donna,
The Fire Engines,
Don Cherry,
Janne Schatter,
Barrington Levy,
Tim Buckley,
The Monochrome Set,
Mantronix,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minny Pops,
Lebanon Hanover,
Leonard Cohen,
Cameo,
Michelle Simonal,
The Count Five,
The Fuzztones,
Joe Smooth,
Davy DMX,
Bad Manners,
One Last Wish,
The Velvet Underground,
Funky Four + One,
Brass Construction,
Lakeside,
U.S. Maple,
Cluster,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Star Department,
Scientists,
The Tremeloes,
Jeff Lynne,
Magma,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
K-Klass,
Agitation Free,
Lyres,
The Fall,
KRS-One,
Amon Düül,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Amazonics,
Ralphi Rosario,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Five Americans,
Unrelated Segments,
Trumans Water,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marc Almond,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.