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 Bolivia and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
The Wake,
Bobby Hutcherson,
JFA,
Kayak,
Moss Icon,
Agitation Free,
Jandek,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sällskapet,
Judy Mowatt,
Skarface,
Wasted Youth,
Y Pants,
June Days,
Mission of Burma,
John Foxx,
Janne Schatter,
Dark Day,
The Moody Blues,
Minor Threat,
Michelle Simonal,
Rod Modell,
Radio Birdman,
Scratch Acid,
Negative Approach,
Pagans,
Liliput,
T.S.O.L.,
Vainqueur,
Youth Brigade,
Goldenarms,
Cheater Slicks,
Dual Sessions,
Robert Görl,
Matthew Halsall,
The Blackbyrds,
Agent Orange,
the Fania All-Stars,
Johnny Clarke,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kas Product,
KRS-One,
Quadrant,
Rufus Thomas,
The Offenders,
Urselle,
June of 44,
A Certain Ratio,
Panda Bear,
Fluxion,
The Blues Magoos,
Eli Mardock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rotary Connection,
The Grass Roots,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.