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 Oman and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the punk 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dave Gahan,
Visage,
The Techniques,
Moss Icon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Swell Maps,
Tommy Roe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Neil Young,
Henry Cow,
Terry Callier,
Iggy Pop,
June Days,
Fugazi,
Rites of Spring,
Dead Boys,
X-102,
The Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pierre Henry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Interpol,
Wally Richardson,
Todd Rundgren,
Harmonia,
Ten City,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bush Tetras,
Bob Dylan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Sheep,
Glambeats Corp.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Todd Terry,
The Birthday Party,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Happenings,
CMW,
A Certain Ratio,
Gong,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Velvet Underground,
ABBA,
Kayak,
Scrapy,
B.T. Express,
Dark Day,
John Foxx,
The Selecter,
Organ,
Stetsasonic,
Jawbox,
Al Stewart,
Matthew Bourne,
This Heat,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.