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 Korea North and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 New Order to the crunk 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Moby Grape,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
ABBA,
AZ,
Gong,
The Standells,
The Divine Comedy,
Interpol,
Lower 48,
Rites of Spring,
Sight & Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Swans,
Electric Prunes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jawbox,
Silicon Teens,
Youth Brigade,
Josef K,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Laurel Aitken,
Jeff Lynne,
Marmalade,
Zero Boys,
Buzzcocks,
Excepter,
Arthur Verocai,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Index,
The Blackbyrds,
Jandek,
Joensuu 1685,
UT,
the Germs,
Massinfluence,
Pantytec,
Derrick May,
Kaleidoscope,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Toasters,
The Durutti Column,
World's Most,
Harmonia,
Matthew Bourne,
Minor Threat,
Leonard Cohen,
Roy Ayers,
Fela Kuti,
Brass Construction,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Davy DMX,
The Blues Magoos,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Names,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.