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 Lithuania and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pet Shop Boys to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Rakim,
Black Sheep,
Second Layer,
Arthur Verocai,
The Real Kids,
Yusef Lateef,
The Birthday Party,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Searchers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Isaac Hayes,
Tim Buckley,
X-101,
Shoche,
MDC,
Rhythm & Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
The Slackers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
David Bowie,
Swell Maps,
Mandrill,
Cal Tjader,
The Grass Roots,
The Busters,
Roger Hodgson,
Traffic Nightmare,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Carl Craig,
Crime,
Archie Shepp,
Scion,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Depeche Mode,
Thompson Twins,
Joe Finger,
Stockholm Monsters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Faraquet,
Clear Light,
Symarip,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Loose Ends,
the Soft Cell,
The Index,
Man Parrish,
Sugar Minott,
Graham Central Station,
The Beau Brummels,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Althea and Donna,
The Gladiators,
Goldenarms,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sun City Girls,
Sight & Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Matthew Bourne,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.