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 South Sudan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Brick 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Scientists,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Audionom,
Skaos,
Tommy Roe,
Visage,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Quantec,
The Knickerbockers,
ABC,
The Offenders,
Scratch Acid,
The Monks,
Ken Boothe,
Mr. Review,
Masters at Work,
Stiv Bators,
Blake Baxter,
Von Mondo,
Excepter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sex Pistols,
Television Personalities,
Kas Product,
Blossom Toes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Funkadelic,
The Leaves,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gladiators,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Basic Channel,
Camouflage,
Yellowson,
the Slits,
The Remains,
Lindisfarne,
Magma,
Erykah Badu,
The Zeros,
The J.B.'s,
the Sonics,
The Martian,
Jandek,
John Coltrane,
Ronan,
Trumans Water,
Gong,
Supertramp,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sam Rivers,
Ornette Coleman,
Boredoms,
Oneida,
Jerry's Kids,
Hasil Adkins,
Isaac Hayes,
Marmalade,
Cecil Taylor,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.