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 Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Michael McDonald 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the crunk 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Scott Walker,
Oblivians,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joe Finger,
Royal Trux,
Ken Boothe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gories,
Tim Buckley,
Livin' Joy,
Fugazi,
Erykah Badu,
The Residents,
Interpol,
Godley & Creme,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Busters,
Chrome,
Bob Dylan,
Sun Ra,
Brothers Johnson,
Deakin,
Pulsallama,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Quando Quango,
Albert Ayler,
Pierre Henry,
Jeff Lynne,
Kayak,
Half Japanese,
Joyce Sims,
Wolf Eyes,
B.T. Express,
The New Christs,
Aural Exciters,
Ludus,
Harmonia,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minny Pops,
The Alarm Clocks,
Janne Schatter,
L. Decosne,
The Gladiators,
Soft Cell,
Grey Daturas,
The Knickerbockers,
Peter and Kerry,
Spoonie Gee,
The Flesh Eaters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ponytail,
Wire,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eurythmics,
Stockholm Monsters,
Youth Brigade,
Black Bananas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.