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 Gambia and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Pylon to the electroclash 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
The Velvet Underground,
Youth Brigade,
Josef K,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Moby Grape,
Pylon,
Outsiders,
Nils Olav,
The New Christs,
Alphaville,
The Raincoats,
MC5,
Angry Samoans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Toasters,
Los Fastidios,
Guru Guru,
Absolute Body Control,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Loose Ends,
Mark Hollis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joe Finger,
Reagan Youth,
Joensuu 1685,
B.T. Express,
The United States of America,
Wasted Youth,
Matthew Halsall,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minor Threat,
FM Einheit,
Monolake,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Moon,
Crooked Eye,
John Foxx,
Duran Duran,
Severed Heads,
a-ha,
Swans,
The Leaves,
Arab on Radar,
Tres Demented,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ronan,
Crime,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Zeros,
The Move,
Newcleus,
The Grass Roots,
Barry Ungar,
Yellowson,
Roxette,
Japan,
Lungfish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.