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 Nauru and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Brass Construction to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Heaven 17,
Lindisfarne,
Average White Band,
Glenn Branca,
The Wake,
Japan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Radio Birdman,
The Black Dice,
Y Pants,
World's Most,
Deadbeat,
Robert Görl,
Prince Buster,
Fugazi,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Iggy Pop,
Talk Talk,
Altered Images,
Bobby Byrd,
EPMD,
Khruangbin,
Moss Icon,
Groovy Waters,
Bush Tetras,
Steve Hackett,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Television Personalities,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Motions,
Anthony Braxton,
Siglo XX,
Slave,
The Leaves,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Country Teasers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dennis Brown,
Robert Hood,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yazoo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Arab on Radar,
E-Dancer,
Loose Ends,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cure,
Adolescents,
Hoover,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deepchord,
the Slits,
The Gladiators,
Supertramp,
a-ha,
Q65,
Jeff Lynne,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.