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 Bulgaria and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Agent Orange to the grime 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Theoretical Girls,
Basic Channel,
Ultravox,
Faust,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rakim,
Pagans,
Nils Olav,
Mr. Review,
Tubeway Army,
Scratch Acid,
Maurizio,
Fad Gadget,
Tom Boy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roxy Music,
The Residents,
Ossler,
Bob Dylan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Banda Bassotti,
Little Man,
Young Marble Giants,
Saccharine Trust,
Franke,
Mantronix,
Japan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Flag,
Second Layer,
David Axelrod,
Duran Duran,
Gang Green,
Erasure,
The Velvet Underground,
The Toasters,
Grey Daturas,
The Zeros,
Cal Tjader,
Echospace,
Talk Talk,
In Retrospect,
The Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tomorrow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Angry Samoans,
Grauzone,
The Count Five,
Ultra Naté,
Gastr Del Sol,
Schoolly D,
Thee Headcoats,
Wire,
Mad Mike,
The Cure,
Massinfluence,
Jeff Lynne,
Delta 5,
Quantec,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.