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 Barbados and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron 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 Mars to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Make Up,
The Doobie Brothers,
Skriet,
Easy Going,
Simply Red,
Liliput,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ohio Players,
Faust,
Technova,
New York Dolls,
The Misunderstood,
Sugar Minott,
Bluetip,
The Smiths,
Crispian St. Peters,
Steve Hackett,
Grey Daturas,
Das Ding,
Interpol,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Real Kids,
Zapp,
In Retrospect,
The Evens,
Yazoo,
Sight & Sound,
Goldenarms,
Malaria!,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jeff Lynne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Buzzcocks,
John Foxx,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rakim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joensuu 1685,
Royal Trux,
Japan,
Fugazi,
Sixth Finger,
Anthony Braxton,
Hardrive,
Skarface,
New Order,
The Martian,
Kas Product,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Flipper,
Brothers Johnson,
Livin' Joy,
Marc Almond,
Dawn Penn,
The Red Krayola,
Scratch Acid,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nation of Ulysses,
Funkadelic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Section 25,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.