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 Chad and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 Leaves to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Gang of Four,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stiv Bators,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Vladislav Delay,
the Slits,
Fad Gadget,
Ituana,
Sun Ra,
The Pop Group,
Laurel Aitken,
H. Thieme,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
June of 44,
Skarface,
The Move,
Nick Fraelich,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blossom Toes,
LL Cool J,
Terry Callier,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minnie Riperton,
Sight & Sound,
Magma,
Fluxion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Absolute Body Control,
Quantec,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cure,
Delon & Dalcan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Talk Talk,
Soft Cell,
Roxy Music,
Guru Guru,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
This Heat,
Camouflage,
Pulsallama,
Accadde A,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DJ Style,
Al Stewart,
Toni Rubio,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eden Ahbez,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Colin Newman,
Black Bananas,
Ronnie Foster,
PIL,
The American Breed,
Cluster,
The Litter,
ABC,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.