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 Spain and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 China Crisis to the grunge 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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band 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?
Visage,
Todd Rundgren,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Moon,
June of 44,
Goldenarms,
Neu!,
Michelle Simonal,
Eric Dolphy,
Zapp,
Technova,
Hashim,
Thee Headcoats,
The Knickerbockers,
Funky Four + One,
Can,
Television,
Roger Hodgson,
The Mummies,
In Retrospect,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joyce Sims,
ABC,
Hasil Adkins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Shuggie Otis,
Blake Baxter,
Archie Shepp,
Marmalade,
Derrick Morgan,
Au Pairs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Monks,
Camberwell Now,
Negative Approach,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Anakelly,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DJ Style,
Saccharine Trust,
The Evens,
The Wake,
Brothers Johnson,
Danielle Patucci,
The Shadows of Knight,
Oblivians,
Procol Harum,
Dark Day,
Grey Daturas,
Parry Music,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scratch Acid,
The Invisible,
The United States of America,
Dave Gahan,
Boz Scaggs,
Scion,
Anthony Braxton,
Grauzone,
Piero Umiliani,
The Searchers,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.