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 Mauritania and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Associates to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 organ and a harpsichord 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 oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Soul Sonic Force,
Easy Going,
The Mummies,
Fela Kuti,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eddi Front,
Ten City,
MDC,
The American Breed,
8 Eyed Spy,
Howard Jones,
Lakeside,
Skriet,
Minutemen,
Donny Hathaway,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cure,
Godley & Creme,
Mr. Review,
Theoretical Girls,
Youth Brigade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Sheep,
Lower 48,
The Angels of Light,
Make Up,
Johnny Osbourne,
Panda Bear,
JFA,
Michelle Simonal,
Severed Heads,
Average White Band,
Deadbeat,
Tubeway Army,
The Fuzztones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Beasts of Bourbon,
In Retrospect,
Gang of Four,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Spandau Ballet,
The Misunderstood,
the Soft Cell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rufus Thomas,
Oneida,
Chris & Cosey,
A Certain Ratio,
The Blues Magoos,
The Names,
Camberwell Now,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Chris Corsano,
Lungfish,
Accadde A,
The Monks,
Franke,
Television,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.