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 East Timor and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Tom Verlaine 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 the Hacienda.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Country Teasers,
Swell Maps,
JFA,
the Bar-Kays,
Peter & Gordon,
Vainqueur,
Ituana,
Andrew Hill,
The Star Department,
Zapp,
The Fire Engines,
Man Parrish,
Nik Kershaw,
L. Decosne,
Pantytec,
Au Pairs,
Model 500,
Bronski Beat,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Sheep,
the Human League,
Jeff Mills,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eli Mardock,
Peter and Kerry,
Bad Manners,
June of 44,
John Lydon,
Cybotron,
Sun City Girls,
Harmonia,
Second Layer,
Pulsallama,
Gil Scott Heron,
KRS-One,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fuzztones,
Popol Vuh,
The Pretty Things,
Urselle,
Index,
Blossom Toes,
Mars,
Rosa Yemen,
Steve Hackett,
The Electric Prunes,
Bootsy Collins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Masters at Work,
Derrick May,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Connie Case,
Underground Resistance,
Eric B and Rakim,
Traffic Nightmare,
Los Fastidios,
Lakeside,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.