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 Bahamas and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
The Birthday Party,
R.M.O.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
Ludus,
Sound Behaviour,
E-Dancer,
X-Ray Spex,
Gregory Isaacs,
Theoretical Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kayak,
Duran Duran,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pole,
Gil Scott Heron,
Skarface,
The Gun Club,
Vladislav Delay,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rotary Connection,
Piero Umiliani,
Suicide,
The Knickerbockers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joyce Sims,
EPMD,
Banda Bassotti,
Scientists,
Tres Demented,
Morten Harket,
Rakim,
Maurizio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mission of Burma,
KRS-One,
Unrelated Segments,
Television,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joey Negro,
The Walker Brothers,
The Real Kids,
Deepchord,
T. Rex,
Rekid,
Urselle,
Lou Reed,
Crooked Eye,
Henry Cow,
The Tremeloes,
Mantronix,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Patti Smith,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mark Hollis,
Tears for Fears,
The Vogues,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.