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 Norway and from London.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Urselle to the techno 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Mr. Review,
Jandek,
Amazonics,
Sarah Menescal,
Jeff Lynne,
The Misunderstood,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mad Mike,
New York Dolls,
Cluster,
Derrick Morgan,
H. Thieme,
Whodini,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gladiators,
The Wake,
Model 500,
Crash Course in Science,
The United States of America,
Harmonia,
Robert Wyatt,
John Lydon,
The Smiths,
Kayak,
Dave Gahan,
Radio Birdman,
This Heat,
Scrapy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crime,
Ludus,
Outsiders,
Basic Channel,
Joensuu 1685,
Joe Smooth,
Eurythmics,
Gong,
The Shadows of Knight,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wasted Youth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Last Poets,
Drive Like Jehu,
Quantec,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Audionom,
Moss Icon,
The Searchers,
Marc Almond,
Joyce Sims,
Anthony Braxton,
The Blackbyrds,
Anakelly,
Japan,
Oblivians,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gabor Szabo,
Rod Modell,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.