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 Egypt and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide 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 Alphaville to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Maleditus Sound,
Scion,
Siglo XX,
The Raincoats,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Zeros,
Oneida,
Janne Schatter,
The New Christs,
Television Personalities,
Nick Fraelich,
The Red Krayola,
Thee Headcoats,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Judy Mowatt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tears for Fears,
Amazonics,
Sun City Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
Sam Rivers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Excepter,
Pierre Henry,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Beau Brummels,
The Stooges,
Bluetip,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mantronix,
Ten City,
Silicon Teens,
The Doors,
June Days,
Suburban Knight,
Freddie Wadling,
Tropical Tobacco,
8 Eyed Spy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kerrie Biddell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Trumans Water,
The Searchers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Seeds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dead Boys,
Ossler,
Lee Hazlewood,
Leonard Cohen,
Parry Music,
Don Cherry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Television,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Morten Harket,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.