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 Montenegro and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Talk Talk to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Gerry Rafferty,
Y Pants,
The Young Rascals,
Oblivians,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Byrd,
Kurtis Blow,
Boz Scaggs,
The Happenings,
Skriet,
Mission of Burma,
Roy Ayers,
Matthew Bourne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Vogues,
Hoover,
Yellowson,
Spoonie Gee,
Zero Boys,
June of 44,
The Human League,
Nik Kershaw,
The Barracudas,
The Monks,
Masters at Work,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Slits,
The Star Department,
Roxette,
Symarip,
Qualms,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Carl Craig,
Absolute Body Control,
the Sonics,
Cal Tjader,
Yazoo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The New Christs,
Essential Logic,
Thee Headcoats,
The Litter,
The Cowsills,
The Blues Magoos,
Arab on Radar,
cv313,
Soul Sonic Force,
Neu!,
Toni Rubio,
Johnny Clarke,
The Slackers,
Delta 5,
Althea and Donna,
Ultravox,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Skatalites,
Todd Rundgren,
Colin Newman,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.