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 United States and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the techno 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Spandau Ballet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Duran Duran,
Jandek,
Morten Harket,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Quantec,
Clear Light,
Sonic Youth,
La Düsseldorf,
Radio Birdman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Sherman,
Idris Muhammad,
Roxette,
Joyce Sims,
Rites of Spring,
Eve St. Jones,
LL Cool J,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Stooges,
The Saints,
Danielle Patucci,
The Zeros,
Lindisfarne,
Skriet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gun Club,
Khruangbin,
Infiniti,
The Associates,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nick Fraelich,
Reuben Wilson,
Banda Bassotti,
Maurizio,
Tommy Roe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wolf Eyes,
The Victims,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grey Daturas,
Nik Kershaw,
Marcia Griffiths,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hasil Adkins,
Magma,
Porter Ricks,
John Cale,
Scan 7,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cecil Taylor,
Sight & Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
Marvin Gaye,
Sällskapet,
The Offenders,
Marc Almond,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Coltrane,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.