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 Malaysia and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Tremeloes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Derrick Morgan,
Index,
Quadrant,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crispy Ambulance,
Susan Cadogan,
OOIOO,
Lakeside,
PIL,
Matthew Bourne,
Joyce Sims,
The Dead C,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pere Ubu,
Freddie Wadling,
Sixth Finger,
Lindisfarne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
a-ha,
Steve Hackett,
Niagra,
Al Stewart,
Ten City,
Second Layer,
Dawn Penn,
Hardrive,
Sam Rivers,
The Blackbyrds,
Kenny Larkin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jerry's Kids,
Lalann,
Boz Scaggs,
Ronan,
Junior Murvin,
Cluster,
Blake Baxter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eve St. Jones,
Rakim,
Ralphi Rosario,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Y Pants,
Crash Course in Science,
Malaria!,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Kinks,
Essential Logic,
Mandrill,
China Crisis,
These Immortal Souls,
Wire,
Alphaville,
Banda Bassotti,
Pagans,
The Cure,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Human League,
The American Breed,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.