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 Nicaragua and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Talk Talk to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Girls At Our Best!,
Byron Stingily,
Rod Modell,
Minutemen,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gun Club,
Amazonics,
Lyres,
Au Pairs,
Lightning Bolt,
The Toasters,
John Foxx,
Boredoms,
Steve Hackett,
Gabor Szabo,
Sex Pistols,
The Sonics,
Fad Gadget,
Young Marble Giants,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Modern Lovers,
LL Cool J,
Model 500,
Joe Smooth,
Television,
Aural Exciters,
Gichy Dan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Von Mondo,
Donald Byrd,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grey Daturas,
Babytalk,
Animal Collective,
Boz Scaggs,
Spandau Ballet,
The Monks,
Unrelated Segments,
X-101,
Camouflage,
Accadde A,
Robert Hood,
Buzzcocks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Cale,
The Star Department,
Depeche Mode,
Sparks,
Man Parrish,
Jeff Lynne,
Matthew Bourne,
MDC,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wings,
The Golliwogs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mars,
Pet Shop Boys,
The New Christs,
Freddie Wadling,
Crispy Ambulance,
Todd Rundgren,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.