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 Congo and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Ken Boothe to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom 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?
Smog,
Soulsonic Force,
Urselle,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Red Krayola,
a-ha,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stockholm Monsters,
Swans,
Kenny Larkin,
The Sound,
Guru Guru,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Michelle Simonal,
Nation of Ulysses,
Moss Icon,
Organ,
Marine Girls,
New Age Steppers,
Los Fastidios,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Moebius,
Eurythmics,
Reagan Youth,
The Doors,
Cybotron,
Youth Brigade,
Ten City,
The Star Department,
Schoolly D,
Au Pairs,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Monks,
Crime,
Jacob Miller,
Stereo Dub,
Wings,
Soft Cell,
The Modern Lovers,
The Martian,
Goldenarms,
The Busters,
The Moody Blues,
Jeff Lynne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rosa Yemen,
Soft Machine,
the Human League,
Matthew Bourne,
The New Christs,
Dual Sessions,
Maurizio,
Sandy B,
The Count Five,
Desert Stars,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Names,
Man Eating Sloth,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.