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 Bhutan and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Little Man to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Fugazi,
Tommy Roe,
Camouflage,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
OOIOO,
Jandek,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Byron Stingily,
The Residents,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jimmy McGriff,
Theoretical Girls,
Siglo XX,
Silicon Teens,
Carl Craig,
Ponytail,
Stockholm Monsters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kerri Chandler,
Connie Case,
World's Most,
Robert Hood,
Ronnie Foster,
Japan,
Procol Harum,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brothers Johnson,
Mark Hollis,
kango's stein massive,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Parry Music,
the Slits,
H. Thieme,
Bill Near,
The Invisible,
Yazoo,
Excepter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeff Lynne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Godley & Creme,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Avey Tare,
Kurtis Blow,
the Germs,
Alton Ellis,
The Durutti Column,
Todd Rundgren,
A Flock of Seagulls,
E-Dancer,
Hardrive,
The Music Machine,
Mars,
The Young Rascals,
Tubeway Army,
Adolescents,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.