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 Liechtenstein and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Pretty Things to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Neu!,
John Foxx,
The Gladiators,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Graham Central Station,
Rosa Yemen,
Pantaleimon,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Beau Brummels,
Fad Gadget,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Velvet Underground,
Babytalk,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cameo,
Soft Cell,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gap Band,
Roxette,
Absolute Body Control,
Shoche,
F. McDonald,
the Human League,
June of 44,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fuzztones,
Hashim,
Clear Light,
DNA,
K-Klass,
Pantytec,
The Fall,
the Association,
Make Up,
ABC,
Rufus Thomas,
Adolescents,
Stetsasonic,
Dennis Brown,
The Fire Engines,
the Swans,
Shuggie Otis,
Sugar Minott,
The Wake,
the Normal,
Rod Modell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fat Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lebanon Hanover,
Boogie Down Productions,
T. Rex,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Prince Buster,
Stereo Dub,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.