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 Colombia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Slave to the electroclash 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
China Crisis,
Josef K,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jesper Dahlback,
Magma,
Lou Christie,
James White and The Blacks,
The Monks,
Fear,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Robert Görl,
Adolescents,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
E-Dancer,
Cymande,
Pantytec,
Boredoms,
Flipper,
The Doors,
Bronski Beat,
The Count Five,
Kas Product,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fatback Band,
Unwound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ice-T,
The Angels of Light,
Donald Byrd,
Can,
Little Man,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Sherman,
Ponytail,
Lower 48,
Siglo XX,
Technova,
Hot Snakes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
T.S.O.L.,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Pop Group,
La Düsseldorf,
Popol Vuh,
Metal Thangz,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kaleidoscope,
Cluster,
Derrick Morgan,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Raincoats,
Patti Smith,
Soulsonic Force,
Moebius,
Aloha Tigers,
Qualms,
Rod Modell,
Second Layer,
The Stooges,
L. Decosne,
The Moody Blues,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.