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 Uganda and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Aural Exciters to the crunk 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
The Music Machine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Velvet Underground,
Fluxion,
Peter & Gordon,
Tres Demented,
The Doors,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Goldenarms,
Adolescents,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ornette Coleman,
Josef K,
Sight & Sound,
The Gun Club,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fuzztones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Vainqueur,
The Count Five,
Schoolly D,
Rosa Yemen,
H. Thieme,
Joyce Sims,
Black Pus,
DJ Sneak,
Iggy Pop,
The Modern Lovers,
Stereo Dub,
Anakelly,
Minutemen,
Scientists,
Kevin Saunderson,
Letta Mbulu,
X-Ray Spex,
Monks,
The Cramps,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The United States of America,
Jerry's Kids,
Al Stewart,
Infiniti,
Skriet,
Colin Newman,
E-Dancer,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
In Retrospect,
Sonny Sharrock,
Vladislav Delay,
Peter and Kerry,
Ohio Players,
One Last Wish,
Kaleidoscope,
Von Mondo,
Kenny Larkin,
Camouflage,
Man Eating Sloth,
Susan Cadogan,
Barry Ungar,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.