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 Uruguay and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
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 clarinet 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 Magazine to the disco 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Reed,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Modern Lovers,
OOIOO,
Freddie Wadling,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Byrd,
Bluetip,
The Happenings,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tears for Fears,
The Dirtbombs,
Essential Logic,
Pole,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Erykah Badu,
Adolescents,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eric Dolphy,
Animal Collective,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
La Düsseldorf,
Dead Boys,
K-Klass,
Steve Hackett,
Reagan Youth,
The Litter,
Hardrive,
U.S. Maple,
Maurizio,
Carl Craig,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gap Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sällskapet,
The Moody Blues,
The Seeds,
10cc,
Qualms,
cv313,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Index,
Easy Going,
Siglo XX,
DJ Style,
Gregory Isaacs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sun City Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gong,
ABBA,
Interpol,
Arthur Verocai,
Swans,
Roxette,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Country Teasers,
The Stooges,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.