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 Pakistan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 jazz 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro 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 organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
The Residents,
Vladislav Delay,
The Sound,
Index,
Minny Pops,
Rites of Spring,
The Shadows of Knight,
Morten Harket,
The Walker Brothers,
Steve Hackett,
X-101,
JFA,
Spoonie Gee,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Christie,
Young Marble Giants,
Henry Cow,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kerri Chandler,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Suicide,
X-102,
Arab on Radar,
kango's stein massive,
The Cramps,
The Mojo Men,
The Human League,
Prince Buster,
Flipper,
Siglo XX,
Metal Thangz,
Bush Tetras,
Second Layer,
ABC,
Visage,
Nick Fraelich,
Interpol,
Deepchord,
Byron Stingily,
Chrome,
AZ,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Glenn Branca,
Little Man,
Neu!,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fad Gadget,
The United States of America,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Monochrome Set,
Sister Nancy,
The Invisible,
Alice Coltrane,
The Remains,
Zero Boys,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.