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 New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Human League 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
The Cowsills,
The Martian,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Slits,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Slick Rick,
Michelle Simonal,
Pole,
Marc Almond,
Panda Bear,
Lalann,
Trumans Water,
Matthew Halsall,
Delta 5,
Agitation Free,
Main Source,
Funkadelic,
Alton Ellis,
Audionom,
Grey Daturas,
Junior Murvin,
Roger Hodgson,
Archie Shepp,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eve St. Jones,
Unwound,
Funky Four + One,
Rekid,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Derrick May,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eurythmics,
The Fall,
the Association,
Donald Byrd,
the Sonics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Kinks,
Yusef Lateef,
Aswad,
Vainqueur,
Pere Ubu,
The Dead C,
The Doors,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Holt,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Flag,
Alice Coltrane,
Blossom Toes,
Althea and Donna,
The Knickerbockers,
Ludus,
The Remains,
Television Personalities,
Jacob Miller,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Byrd,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.