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 Peru and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Chrome to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Unrelated Segments,
Yaz,
Laurel Aitken,
Mars,
Kaleidoscope,
Grey Daturas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Girls At Our Best!,
Anakelly,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hasil Adkins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Saccharine Trust,
Liliput,
Gang Starr,
The Count Five,
Roy Ayers,
Q65,
The Cowsills,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Soft Cell,
John Foxx,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brand Nubian,
Zapp,
Harmonia,
Howard Jones,
Nas,
The Leaves,
John Holt,
The Index,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sister Nancy,
The Cure,
Nick Fraelich,
Sparks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Q and Not U,
Newcleus,
Scan 7,
Donny Hathaway,
Livin' Joy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Patti Smith,
Dave Gahan,
The Music Machine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Real Kids,
Infiniti,
The Angels of Light,
Cluster,
Todd Terry,
The Kinks,
Roxette,
Rapeman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Althea and Donna,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.