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 Guatemala and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Erasure to the rock 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart 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 dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator 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 güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Fugazi,
Main Source,
the Swans,
Make Up,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dead Boys,
Nico,
Scion,
Faust,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yaz,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gap Band,
The Monks,
Sixth Finger,
EPMD,
The Flesh Eaters,
JFA,
the Association,
ABBA,
Graham Central Station,
Kenny Larkin,
Saccharine Trust,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Panda Bear,
Hot Snakes,
Barclay James Harvest,
10cc,
Warsaw,
Moebius,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Skatalites,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pere Ubu,
David Bowie,
Subhumans,
Cluster,
PIL,
Schoolly D,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fugs,
Pylon,
The Zeros,
Wolf Eyes,
Young Marble Giants,
The United States of America,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Depeche Mode,
Roger Hodgson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scratch Acid,
The Gun Club,
The Happenings,
a-ha,
Aaron Thompson,
Michelle Simonal,
Erykah Badu,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.