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 Sudan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
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 mellotron 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 Franke to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Chris & Cosey,
Kas Product,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cure,
Fluxion,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bush Tetras,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mark Hollis,
AZ,
Alphaville,
Rosa Yemen,
Donny Hathaway,
Gabor Szabo,
Arab on Radar,
Black Moon,
Charles Mingus,
The Beau Brummels,
Scientists,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gregory Isaacs,
David Bowie,
Pylon,
Mad Mike,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Negative Approach,
Black Sheep,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Grass Roots,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Real Kids,
The Wake,
Flamin' Groovies,
Average White Band,
Talk Talk,
Rapeman,
Toni Rubio,
Shuggie Otis,
Deadbeat,
Sonic Youth,
Derrick May,
Wire,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Matthew Halsall,
The Seeds,
The Happenings,
OOIOO,
The Selecter,
Pantaleimon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tom Boy,
Clear Light,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lalann,
Vainqueur,
Can,
Soul II Soul,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rites of Spring,
Magazine,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.