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 Thailand and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Ponytail,
Absolute Body Control,
Spandau Ballet,
Jeff Lynne,
Con Funk Shun,
Minny Pops,
The Gun Club,
Morten Harket,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Graham Central Station,
Wally Richardson,
La Düsseldorf,
The Young Rascals,
The Kinks,
Deepchord,
Nico,
B.T. Express,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Slits,
Rapeman,
June of 44,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Television Personalities,
Pere Ubu,
UT,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deadbeat,
Joensuu 1685,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tubeway Army,
Fatback Band,
Pantytec,
Kaleidoscope,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
New York Dolls,
The Monochrome Set,
Yaz,
The Wake,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Modern Lovers,
These Immortal Souls,
The Blues Magoos,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Martian,
Qualms,
Quantec,
Schoolly D,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skaos,
Minnie Riperton,
Audionom,
Roxette,
Radiopuhelimet,
Japan,
Ossler,
Scrapy,
Moebius,
Soft Cell,
The Doors,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.