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 Dominican Republic and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Red Krayola to the grunge 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Loose Ends record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deakin,
Sonic Youth,
Darondo,
One Last Wish,
Hot Snakes,
Altered Images,
Big Daddy Kane,
Byron Stingily,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Standells,
Circle Jerks,
Theoretical Girls,
Nirvana,
The Blues Magoos,
John Coltrane,
The Beau Brummels,
Mr. Review,
Neu!,
Aural Exciters,
Aswad,
Popol Vuh,
Bluetip,
Das Ding,
Reagan Youth,
Faraquet,
Henry Cow,
Harmonia,
Liliput,
Simply Red,
Nils Olav,
Roxy Music,
Alison Limerick,
Outsiders,
The Techniques,
Bootsy Collins,
Pantytec,
The Busters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Audionom,
Franke,
This Heat,
Silicon Teens,
Brand Nubian,
The Pretty Things,
Boredoms,
Intrusion,
a-ha,
Japan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sixth Finger,
Piero Umiliani,
The Litter,
Massinfluence,
Pulsallama,
Absolute Body Control,
Malaria!,
Lakeside,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.