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 United Kingdom and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Yazoo to the rock 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Roxette,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joey Negro,
The Gories,
Saccharine Trust,
Los Fastidios,
June Days,
The Velvet Underground,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mad Mike,
Eric Copeland,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Angels of Light,
Kas Product,
Au Pairs,
Symarip,
The Stooges,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pylon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Letta Mbulu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Glenn Branca,
Circle Jerks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Sheep,
Gabor Szabo,
The Beau Brummels,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crooked Eye,
Can,
The Names,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Flag,
Soul II Soul,
The Last Poets,
Porter Ricks,
Visage,
Suburban Knight,
Andrew Hill,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Happenings,
Lucky Dragons,
the Swans,
Rapeman,
The Barracudas,
Chris Corsano,
These Immortal Souls,
Electric Prunes,
Wasted Youth,
Simply Red,
Soft Cell,
Harry Pussy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Skarface,
The Birthday Party,
The Music Machine,
Ornette Coleman,
Judy Mowatt,
Silicon Teens,
Swell Maps,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.