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 Somalia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet 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 Porter Ricks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Pus,
Ultravox,
Alton Ellis,
Blancmange,
The Leaves,
Faust,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Foxx,
Brass Construction,
Althea and Donna,
Cal Tjader,
Intrusion,
Sexual Harrassment,
DJ Sneak,
The Buckinghams,
Nico,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eddi Front,
a-ha,
Funky Four + One,
Pagans,
Minnie Riperton,
The Alarm Clocks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Quando Quango,
Animal Collective,
Sister Nancy,
Surgeon,
Accadde A,
L. Decosne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Neon Judgement,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Move,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rekid,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bauhaus,
Pulsallama,
Aural Exciters,
Frankie Knuckles,
ABBA,
Rites of Spring,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Soft Cell,
Minutemen,
The Five Americans,
Don Cherry,
Zapp,
Marine Girls,
Television,
Saccharine Trust,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joy Division,
Groovy Waters,
Radio Birdman,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.