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 Syria and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar 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 Ponytail to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Ponytail,
The Techniques,
Todd Terry,
CMW,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pagans,
Aloha Tigers,
Flash Fearless,
Erasure,
Public Image Ltd.,
LL Cool J,
Suburban Knight,
Can,
Harry Pussy,
Kurtis Blow,
Lakeside,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wally Richardson,
Idris Muhammad,
Niagra,
The Star Department,
John Cale,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cameo,
Swell Maps,
Pantaleimon,
Theoretical Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eric Dolphy,
The Tremeloes,
Porter Ricks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lyres,
Anakelly,
Blossom Toes,
Cybotron,
Motorama,
Slave,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ossler,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
B.T. Express,
Fluxion,
Angry Samoans,
The Slackers,
Lebanon Hanover,
T. Rex,
Black Bananas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
One Last Wish,
Black Sheep,
The Shadows of Knight,
Arab on Radar,
The Five Americans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fortunes,
These Immortal Souls,
The Velvet Underground,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.