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 Nicaragua and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ten City to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
La Düsseldorf,
Mo-Dettes,
Tubeway Army,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Echospace,
Sun City Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tears for Fears,
The Real Kids,
Piero Umiliani,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
New York Dolls,
Funky Four + One,
Marmalade,
Deepchord,
Second Layer,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fear,
Outsiders,
Lakeside,
the Germs,
Thompson Twins,
Shoche,
The Slackers,
Spandau Ballet,
Joy Division,
Marcia Griffiths,
Surgeon,
The Vogues,
Roy Ayers,
Sugar Minott,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Q65,
Boogie Down Productions,
Buzzcocks,
Neil Young,
Roxette,
Anthony Braxton,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ludus,
L. Decosne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grauzone,
Iggy Pop,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gregory Isaacs,
Make Up,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Soft Cell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Terry Callier,
Arcadia,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tres Demented,
June Days,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.