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 Gambia 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 Clear Light to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Thompson Twins,
Rekid,
MC5,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Slackers,
The Move,
DJ Style,
New Age Steppers,
Fat Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
B.T. Express,
Pere Ubu,
Rufus Thomas,
Quadrant,
The Moody Blues,
Whodini,
Bobby Byrd,
Urselle,
Jerry's Kids,
The Five Americans,
Steve Hackett,
Country Teasers,
Jeru the Damaja,
kango's stein massive,
Excepter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Andrew Hill,
Lower 48,
Pierre Henry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Chris & Cosey,
The Pop Group,
Pussy Galore,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fugs,
The Fall,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
Audionom,
48th St. Collective,
Monks,
Magma,
Funkadelic,
The Mojo Men,
John Holt,
The Sonics,
Lyres,
The Fuzztones,
Prince Buster,
EPMD,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Blues Magoos,
The New Christs,
Funky Four + One,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.