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 Andorra and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Sexual Harrassment to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hasil Adkins,
Mr. Review,
Duran Duran,
FM Einheit,
Godley & Creme,
Outsiders,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sugar Minott,
The Sound,
Cameo,
The Count Five,
Scott Walker,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Heaven 17,
Skriet,
Marmalade,
Joe Finger,
Lindisfarne,
The Happenings,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sällskapet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Au Pairs,
Mo-Dettes,
Roxette,
Bob Dylan,
Brass Construction,
Metal Thangz,
Royal Trux,
Eli Mardock,
Gang Gang Dance,
X-101,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Soft Cell,
Black Bananas,
Ponytail,
Andrew Hill,
The Human League,
Nico,
World's Most,
Bobby Byrd,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jacob Miller,
Pere Ubu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alphaville,
Radio Birdman,
The Blues Magoos,
Jandek,
CMW,
Byron Stingily,
DJ Style,
Sister Nancy,
The Seeds,
Janne Schatter,
Half Japanese,
Zero Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
AZ,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultravox,
Visage,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.