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 New Zealand and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Khruangbin to the grunge 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
D'Angelo,
Glenn Branca,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bush Tetras,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joy Division,
Subhumans,
Black Moon,
Oblivians,
Chris Corsano,
a-ha,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Outsiders,
Rod Modell,
Connie Case,
Scan 7,
The Gladiators,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Reagan Youth,
Sandy B,
Jerry Gold Smith,
JFA,
Buzzcocks,
The Electric Prunes,
Suburban Knight,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pole,
Wasted Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
Faraquet,
Todd Rundgren,
Talk Talk,
Tomorrow,
Magazine,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cheater Slicks,
Yaz,
The Cowsills,
Isaac Hayes,
Khruangbin,
Pagans,
Alphaville,
Donald Byrd,
Eve St. Jones,
Fatback Band,
Aloha Tigers,
The Birthday Party,
Davy DMX,
DJ Sneak,
Chrome,
The Toasters,
Wolf Eyes,
Television Personalities,
Ronan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
ABBA,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fortunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.