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 Guinea-Bissau and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Fatback Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Q and Not U,
Blancmange,
Agent Orange,
Smog,
Interpol,
Dennis Brown,
Con Funk Shun,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Average White Band,
Little Man,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ronan,
Arthur Verocai,
Kenny Larkin,
LL Cool J,
The Associates,
Derrick Morgan,
The Residents,
Bronski Beat,
Qualms,
Main Source,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Schoolly D,
Wings,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Reuben Wilson,
The Invisible,
The Mighty Diamonds,
New Order,
Swell Maps,
Leonard Cohen,
Kerri Chandler,
Arab on Radar,
The Raincoats,
Iggy Pop,
Camberwell Now,
Hashim,
Chrome,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun City Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tres Demented,
Hasil Adkins,
The Leaves,
Deakin,
Gang Starr,
The Motions,
Cymande,
The Selecter,
Ohio Players,
Joe Smooth,
Eli Mardock,
U.S. Maple,
Underground Resistance,
Marvin Gaye,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Adolescents,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Blake Baxter,
Babytalk,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.