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 Panama and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Roxette to the rock 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Sonic Youth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Max Romeo,
Aswad,
New York Dolls,
Peter & Gordon,
Fatback Band,
Marmalade,
Gerry Rafferty,
Josef K,
Pere Ubu,
Adolescents,
The Neon Judgement,
Slave,
China Crisis,
Popol Vuh,
Robert Görl,
The J.B.'s,
Theoretical Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Trumans Water,
Suicide,
Throbbing Gristle,
Echospace,
Desert Stars,
Neil Young,
Sister Nancy,
Symarip,
Royal Trux,
Japan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fugazi,
Pole,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rhythm & Sound,
Funkadelic,
Inner City,
Sight & Sound,
Hardrive,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Stooges,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Names,
The Standells,
Vladislav Delay,
Unrelated Segments,
Darondo,
X-102,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
World's Most,
Tears for Fears,
John Lydon,
Howard Jones,
The Invisible,
Scratch Acid,
Duran Duran,
Organ,
Wire,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.