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 Italy and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 Lindisfarne to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang Gang Dance,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The New Christs,
Roxette,
Talk Talk,
Blancmange,
Camberwell Now,
The Dead C,
Marine Girls,
Unwound,
MDC,
The Smoke,
The Birthday Party,
Godley & Creme,
Sällskapet,
Lucky Dragons,
Barbara Tucker,
Second Layer,
Schoolly D,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Associates,
June of 44,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joe Finger,
Royal Trux,
Panda Bear,
Alphaville,
Junior Murvin,
Pussy Galore,
the Human League,
Brand Nubian,
Popol Vuh,
The Doors,
Pole,
Simply Red,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tears for Fears,
Siglo XX,
Bill Near,
The J.B.'s,
Rosa Yemen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nirvana,
Gastr Del Sol,
Thompson Twins,
Cecil Taylor,
Japan,
John Lydon,
OOIOO,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Blackbyrds,
Television,
Crooked Eye,
Mr. Review,
Judy Mowatt,
Circle Jerks,
David Bowie,
Barclay James Harvest,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tropical Tobacco,
Connie Case,
Pierre Henry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.