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 Belarus and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe 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 Au Pairs to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Urselle,
Q65,
Accadde A,
The Angels of Light,
Chrome,
Reagan Youth,
The Fire Engines,
Tears for Fears,
Absolute Body Control,
Yusef Lateef,
LL Cool J,
Rites of Spring,
Fat Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nick Fraelich,
Minnie Riperton,
Peter & Gordon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eve St. Jones,
The Victims,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Q and Not U,
The Zeros,
Siglo XX,
Spoonie Gee,
The Five Americans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aloha Tigers,
Robert Hood,
Skaos,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Star Department,
The Modern Lovers,
A Certain Ratio,
The Golliwogs,
Barrington Levy,
Wings,
DNA,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Amon Düül II,
Grauzone,
Oblivians,
The J.B.'s,
Ludus,
The Blues Magoos,
The American Breed,
The Smiths,
Cheater Slicks,
Boz Scaggs,
Letta Mbulu,
Brothers Johnson,
Hasil Adkins,
The Divine Comedy,
Todd Rundgren,
Rosa Yemen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joe Finger,
Hot Snakes,
Severed Heads,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.