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 Belgium and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Tom Boy to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Al Stewart,
One Last Wish,
The Vogues,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Red Krayola,
The Real Kids,
Bauhaus,
Thee Headcoats,
Anthony Braxton,
Swans,
The Gap Band,
Metal Thangz,
Bluetip,
The Raincoats,
Los Fastidios,
ABBA,
Accadde A,
The J.B.'s,
Minor Threat,
Spoonie Gee,
Tres Demented,
X-102,
H. Thieme,
Brick,
Country Teasers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pussy Galore,
Hot Snakes,
Pylon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Cale,
F. McDonald,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eric Dolphy,
Y Pants,
T. Rex,
The Names,
ABC,
The Cure,
John Holt,
Warren Ellis,
Technova,
Albert Ayler,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang Gang Dance,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Divine Comedy,
Sixth Finger,
The Young Rascals,
Tears for Fears,
A Certain Ratio,
Rufus Thomas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tim Buckley,
David Axelrod,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Steve Hackett,
Simply Red,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.