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 Vietnam and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Underground Resistance to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Toasters,
Dennis Brown,
In Retrospect,
Talk Talk,
Oblivians,
X-102,
Von Mondo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nils Olav,
Aswad,
Patti Smith,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bluetip,
Terrestrial Tones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Flag,
Flash Fearless,
Unrelated Segments,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang of Four,
L. Decosne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mo-Dettes,
The Last Poets,
Monolake,
Mr. Review,
Country Teasers,
Can,
Gang Starr,
Ultravox,
Terry Callier,
Sam Rivers,
Porter Ricks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
ABBA,
Chrome,
Ultra Naté,
The Litter,
Pagans,
Clear Light,
Altered Images,
the Germs,
Toni Rubio,
Todd Rundgren,
Dead Boys,
Radiohead,
The Vogues,
David Bowie,
Vainqueur,
The Barracudas,
Boz Scaggs,
Derrick May,
FM Einheit,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tommy Roe,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.