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 Japan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Count Five to the grunge 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fuzztones,
The Gap Band,
the Swans,
Silicon Teens,
Public Image Ltd.,
a-ha,
Arcadia,
Intrusion,
One Last Wish,
Altered Images,
Sam Rivers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Absolute Body Control,
The Golliwogs,
The Selecter,
Cymande,
Skriet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Monks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The J.B.'s,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Oblivians,
The Barracudas,
U.S. Maple,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cal Tjader,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Invisible,
Skarface,
The Skatalites,
Suicide,
Grauzone,
The Fugs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rites of Spring,
Chris & Cosey,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Freddie Wadling,
Wire,
Basic Channel,
Mr. Review,
Lucky Dragons,
Stiv Bators,
Moby Grape,
H. Thieme,
Nirvana,
Fluxion,
The Cure,
Arab on Radar,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wings,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.