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 Paraguay and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Alphaville to the rock 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Jandek,
Rapeman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arab on Radar,
Bootsy Collins,
Hardrive,
Bauhaus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fugs,
Dark Day,
Flipper,
Zapp,
Peter and Kerry,
Sam Rivers,
Soul II Soul,
Warren Ellis,
Erasure,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yaz,
Hasil Adkins,
Swans,
Adolescents,
Nick Fraelich,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barrington Levy,
The Fire Engines,
Pere Ubu,
Rod Modell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wings,
Cecil Taylor,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Human League,
Black Moon,
Boredoms,
Roxette,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yazoo,
Outsiders,
Babytalk,
The Electric Prunes,
T. Rex,
The Mojo Men,
Amazonics,
Steve Hackett,
Janne Schatter,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minor Threat,
The New Christs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Connie Case,
Yellowson,
The Dead C,
K-Klass,
The Red Krayola,
Negative Approach,
Joy Division,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.