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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the rap 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
AZ,
Sex Pistols,
Television,
Saccharine Trust,
EPMD,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Germs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Robert Hood,
Public Enemy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Altered Images,
Bobby Sherman,
Urselle,
Spandau Ballet,
Yellowson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Simply Red,
DNA,
Aswad,
Fear,
Organ,
Sixth Finger,
Gichy Dan,
Flash Fearless,
Fatback Band,
Neu!,
The Beau Brummels,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Easy Going,
Q65,
Television Personalities,
Maleditus Sound,
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roxy Music,
Faraquet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fat Boys,
U.S. Maple,
Isaac Hayes,
Sällskapet,
Jeff Lynne,
Rosa Yemen,
Dennis Brown,
Stiv Bators,
Fad Gadget,
Shoche,
Moss Icon,
Eurythmics,
China Crisis,
Donny Hathaway,
Excepter,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.