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 Maldives and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Invisible to the rock 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 Move. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Skaos,
Ohio Players,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roy Ayers,
X-102,
Little Man,
Cecil Taylor,
Aaron Thompson,
The Red Krayola,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pantytec,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
FM Einheit,
Unwound,
Malaria!,
Banda Bassotti,
John Foxx,
D'Angelo,
Agent Orange,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pulsallama,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
James White and The Blacks,
Josef K,
Chrome,
Talk Talk,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Colin Newman,
The Zeros,
Radio Birdman,
The Vogues,
Eric B and Rakim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joy Division,
Drive Like Jehu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
ABBA,
Deakin,
ABC,
Lou Christie,
Robert Wyatt,
Traffic Nightmare,
Andrew Hill,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang Green,
The Gories,
Kerrie Biddell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Desert Stars,
Jawbox,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Graham Central Station,
The Move,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.