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 Lesotho and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Blackbyrds to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Lakeside,
Thompson Twins,
Magma,
F. McDonald,
The Kinks,
Scott Walker,
Gichy Dan,
Icehouse,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Motions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pylon,
The Fire Engines,
Maleditus Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
The Searchers,
Deakin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jawbox,
The Remains,
Skarface,
Hot Snakes,
The Victims,
Albert Ayler,
Black Flag,
Von Mondo,
Lebanon Hanover,
CMW,
Saccharine Trust,
R.M.O.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stetsasonic,
Grauzone,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Robert Wyatt,
Public Enemy,
The Evens,
Unrelated Segments,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Young Rascals,
Anakelly,
The Velvet Underground,
Nils Olav,
the Slits,
New Order,
Dead Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
The Slits,
Crash Course in Science,
Excepter,
The Vogues,
Ludus,
Rosa Yemen,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric Copeland,
ABC,
Surgeon,
Oblivians,
Leonard Cohen,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.