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 Venezuela and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Organ,
Duran Duran,
The Searchers,
Jacob Miller,
John Foxx,
Tropical Tobacco,
Harry Pussy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Martian,
Brick,
Royal Trux,
Skarface,
Connie Case,
Pylon,
Goldenarms,
Young Marble Giants,
Reagan Youth,
Josef K,
Minnie Riperton,
This Heat,
New Age Steppers,
Alice Coltrane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cecil Taylor,
Whodini,
Spoonie Gee,
Nas,
Eric Copeland,
Zapp,
Rites of Spring,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stetsasonic,
Patti Smith,
Kurtis Blow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Groovy Waters,
Electric Prunes,
The Knickerbockers,
Hasil Adkins,
The Misunderstood,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Pus,
The Invisible,
Sparks,
Ossler,
Spandau Ballet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fugs,
Brothers Johnson,
Kayak,
Davy DMX,
Japan,
Bauhaus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pierre Henry,
The Divine Comedy,
Monks,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.