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 Moldova and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Bizarre Inc. to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Robert Wyatt,
OOIOO,
Nik Kershaw,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
UT,
the Normal,
U.S. Maple,
X-Ray Spex,
Tim Buckley,
Little Man,
The Human League,
The Beau Brummels,
Colin Newman,
The Blackbyrds,
Yellowson,
Soul II Soul,
Man Parrish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Reagan Youth,
Ronan,
F. McDonald,
Royal Trux,
Tomorrow,
John Cale,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grauzone,
The Smiths,
Aloha Tigers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
David Axelrod,
Gang Green,
Bauhaus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The New Christs,
The Evens,
DNA,
Minor Threat,
Lou Christie,
The Blues Magoos,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Audionom,
Chris Corsano,
Cluster,
Infiniti,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sällskapet,
Wasted Youth,
Public Enemy,
Eric Dolphy,
The Durutti Column,
Bronski Beat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Al Stewart,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.