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 Togo and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Brothers Johnson to the crunk 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Roger Hodgson,
The New Christs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Dirtbombs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cure,
Severed Heads,
Wolf Eyes,
OOIOO,
Dead Boys,
The Last Poets,
The Offenders,
Cameo,
Mark Hollis,
The Gories,
Mars,
Half Japanese,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Amon Düül,
Sonny Sharrock,
MC5,
Fluxion,
Japan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bob Dylan,
Mo-Dettes,
Danielle Patucci,
Mr. Review,
Simply Red,
The Names,
The Black Dice,
Delta 5,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Bar-Kays,
Radio Birdman,
The Gap Band,
Tres Demented,
Sun City Girls,
Duran Duran,
Fugazi,
Eden Ahbez,
Moebius,
The Seeds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Warsaw,
Toni Rubio,
Rekid,
The Durutti Column,
The Victims,
Gabor Szabo,
Boz Scaggs,
Drexciya,
The Five Americans,
Scott Walker,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.