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 Cyprus and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Babytalk to the rap 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Cameo,
Lou Christie,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Sound,
Black Bananas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minor Threat,
New York Dolls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Little Man,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hoover,
Brick,
Man Eating Sloth,
Juan Atkins,
Siglo XX,
The Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker,
the Swans,
Fluxion,
Amon Düül,
Talk Talk,
Prince Buster,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nils Olav,
The Residents,
Man Parrish,
Gong,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Young Rascals,
Ronan,
OOIOO,
Reagan Youth,
Robert Görl,
Anthony Braxton,
The Divine Comedy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Buzzcocks,
Todd Terry,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Iggy Pop,
Max Romeo,
Suburban Knight,
Howard Jones,
Kenny Larkin,
Dennis Brown,
Robert Hood,
The Names,
In Retrospect,
Spoonie Gee,
Jacques Brel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fatback Band,
Outsiders,
Television Personalities,
The Vogues,
Dave Gahan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soul II Soul,
Amon Düül II,
Eyeless In Gaza,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.