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 Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the electroclash 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Zapp,
Michelle Simonal,
The Seeds,
Flipper,
Black Bananas,
The Smoke,
Smog,
Nik Kershaw,
Bang On A Can,
Youth Brigade,
Pierre Henry,
Scan 7,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Man Eating Sloth,
Reuben Wilson,
The New Christs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Doors,
Monolake,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ohio Players,
The Motions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cowsills,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Zeros,
Barrington Levy,
the Normal,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Goldenarms,
La Düsseldorf,
Saccharine Trust,
Agitation Free,
Crime,
John Holt,
Marc Almond,
Talk Talk,
The Monochrome Set,
Bill Near,
Jawbox,
Boogie Down Productions,
ABBA,
Make Up,
Niagra,
Lower 48,
Mark Hollis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lalann,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rekid,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roxy Music,
Country Joe & The Fish,
cv313,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crooked Eye,
The Divine Comedy,
The Angels of Light,
Zero Boys,
Sun Ra,
The Slackers,
One Last Wish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.