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 Argentina and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 CMW to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Banda Bassotti,
Nirvana,
The Electric Prunes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Erykah Badu,
Swans,
Thompson Twins,
Yellowson,
Buzzcocks,
Faust,
Liliput,
Scientists,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
X-Ray Spex,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Maleditus Sound,
Ten City,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bluetip,
10cc,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pylon,
Godley & Creme,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Make Up,
Amon Düül,
UT,
Silicon Teens,
The Kinks,
Kenny Larkin,
Fluxion,
Connie Case,
James White and The Blacks,
Joy Division,
Maurizio,
The Young Rascals,
Can,
The Human League,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Subhumans,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Spoonie Gee,
Ice-T,
Leonard Cohen,
Quando Quango,
Faraquet,
Altered Images,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lalann,
The Seeds,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.