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 Marshall Islands and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 The Associates to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Livin' Joy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Shoche,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sixth Finger,
Morten Harket,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hasil Adkins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nirvana,
Main Source,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soft Machine,
La Düsseldorf,
Scientists,
Bob Dylan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lakeside,
Nik Kershaw,
Avey Tare,
Funky Four + One,
Gichy Dan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Todd Rundgren,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sarah Menescal,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cure,
The Human League,
Stereo Dub,
The Evens,
Flipper,
Arcadia,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Max Romeo,
China Crisis,
Roxy Music,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bad Manners,
Television,
Stiv Bators,
Kevin Saunderson,
Janne Schatter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
T.S.O.L.,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Velvet Underground,
T. Rex,
Marine Girls,
Audionom,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Misunderstood,
Terrestrial Tones,
Donald Byrd,
The American Breed,
Young Marble Giants,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.