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 Morocco and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kayak to the grunge 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Knickerbockers,
Slick Rick,
Technova,
Nils Olav,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Index,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bob Dylan,
Crooked Eye,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cameo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Reuben Wilson,
The Victims,
Marmalade,
Joe Smooth,
Delta 5,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eric B and Rakim,
Donny Hathaway,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Average White Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Real Kids,
The Raincoats,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Zero Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Saints,
James White and The Blacks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pussy Galore,
Porter Ricks,
Neu!,
Man Parrish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Juan Atkins,
The Star Department,
Country Teasers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cybotron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sandy B,
The Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
The Slits,
Arthur Verocai,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
E-Dancer,
Arcadia,
World's Most,
Banda Bassotti,
Ralphi Rosario,
Simply Red,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.