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 Estonia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Doors,
Ituana,
Supertramp,
Robert Hood,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Cale,
the Sonics,
FM Einheit,
The Seeds,
The Selecter,
Scan 7,
Anthony Braxton,
Yusef Lateef,
Reuben Wilson,
Radiohead,
Flash Fearless,
Cabaret Voltaire,
UT,
Sam Rivers,
The Stooges,
Interpol,
Terry Callier,
The Evens,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Moody Blues,
Bronski Beat,
Excepter,
Rekid,
Crooked Eye,
the Germs,
Lou Reed,
Cal Tjader,
Sonny Sharrock,
Judy Mowatt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dave Gahan,
The Knickerbockers,
Echospace,
Darondo,
Grauzone,
The Velvet Underground,
Crash Course in Science,
Tommy Roe,
The Moleskins,
The Techniques,
Tomorrow,
Television Personalities,
Infiniti,
Fear,
Joe Finger,
The Tremeloes,
The Motions,
Massinfluence,
Soft Cell,
Gang Green,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Monochrome Set,
Bob Dylan,
Harry Pussy,
Howard Jones,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.