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 Slovenia and from Philadelphia.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Roxette to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Albert Ayler,
Silicon Teens,
Television,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fela Kuti,
T. Rex,
Schoolly D,
The Associates,
Harmonia,
Reuben Wilson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cameo,
Chris Corsano,
Anakelly,
The J.B.'s,
Harry Pussy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Girls At Our Best!,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gap Band,
Japan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Slits,
Althea and Donna,
Eric Dolphy,
the Slits,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wally Richardson,
Motorama,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Sam Rivers,
Outsiders,
The Dirtbombs,
Depeche Mode,
Duran Duran,
Iggy Pop,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wings,
the Swans,
Nik Kershaw,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Alarm Clocks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Essential Logic,
Letta Mbulu,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fuzztones,
Quantec,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joe Smooth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
CMW,
OOIOO,
Lightning Bolt,
Alison Limerick,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Inner City,
Laurel Aitken,
Minutemen,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.