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 Uganda and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Todd Rundgren to the electroclash 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Cybotron,
The Neon Judgement,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Misunderstood,
The Litter,
Severed Heads,
8 Eyed Spy,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Angels of Light,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Soft Cell,
The Techniques,
Drive Like Jehu,
Quantec,
Hardrive,
Black Bananas,
Schoolly D,
Eurythmics,
Matthew Halsall,
X-102,
The Mojo Men,
Zero Boys,
Tomorrow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Blake Baxter,
Albert Ayler,
Pierre Henry,
Arcadia,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Searchers,
Kurtis Blow,
Ronnie Foster,
Jacob Miller,
Aaron Thompson,
Andrew Hill,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Amon Düül,
Electric Light Orchestra,
CMW,
Barbara Tucker,
Mantronix,
DNA,
Ponytail,
UT,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mr. Review,
A Certain Ratio,
Lucky Dragons,
Bang On A Can,
K-Klass,
Scrapy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Suicide,
Animal Collective,
Cheater Slicks,
Hoover,
The Gap Band,
Reagan Youth,
Smog,
Flash Fearless,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.