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 Finland and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Mummies to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
B.T. Express,
Eli Mardock,
June of 44,
Kaleidoscope,
Section 25,
T.S.O.L.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Erasure,
Pussy Galore,
Alphaville,
The Misunderstood,
Model 500,
Joey Negro,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Idris Muhammad,
the Soft Cell,
The Seeds,
Bill Near,
Rites of Spring,
Crime,
Fela Kuti,
Aloha Tigers,
Guru Guru,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mr. Review,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alison Limerick,
The Music Machine,
New Age Steppers,
The Associates,
Patti Smith,
Youth Brigade,
Cal Tjader,
Al Stewart,
Adolescents,
Surgeon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tres Demented,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Public Image Ltd.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Moon,
Flash Fearless,
OOIOO,
Radiopuhelimet,
Electric Prunes,
Fugazi,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Faust,
Franke,
Camberwell Now,
Sällskapet,
Jeff Mills,
Crooked Eye,
Fat Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The American Breed,
H. Thieme,
Parry Music,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.