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 Belarus and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bang On A Can to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Ken Boothe,
Godley & Creme,
Moebius,
L. Decosne,
Silicon Teens,
The Martian,
Thee Headcoats,
Absolute Body Control,
a-ha,
Jawbox,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Accadde A,
The Velvet Underground,
Zero Boys,
Archie Shepp,
The Moody Blues,
Drive Like Jehu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Slick Rick,
Fad Gadget,
Television,
Schoolly D,
Audionom,
Tears for Fears,
Unwound,
Skriet,
The Standells,
Swell Maps,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eurythmics,
EPMD,
New York Dolls,
the Germs,
The Electric Prunes,
Wally Richardson,
The Doors,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Human League,
The Gun Club,
Subhumans,
Can,
Skarface,
Crash Course in Science,
The Names,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cramps,
Marc Almond,
Livin' Joy,
Cluster,
Aaron Thompson,
DNA,
The Walker Brothers,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.