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 Grenada and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 H. Thieme to the punk 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Yusef Lateef,
The Toasters,
Lakeside,
Bluetip,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Offenders,
K-Klass,
The Golliwogs,
Moss Icon,
Tim Buckley,
Donny Hathaway,
Khruangbin,
Tom Boy,
The Slackers,
New Order,
Iggy Pop,
Chris & Cosey,
Duran Duran,
Boz Scaggs,
Graham Central Station,
Gichy Dan,
Neil Young,
Suburban Knight,
Popol Vuh,
Blossom Toes,
Talk Talk,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Byrd,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Victims,
the Normal,
The Blues Magoos,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Quando Quango,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minnie Riperton,
The Durutti Column,
the Human League,
Gabor Szabo,
Gil Scott Heron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dennis Brown,
La Düsseldorf,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Germs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Interpol,
Anthony Braxton,
The Human League,
Flamin' Groovies,
The New Christs,
Ice-T,
Swell Maps,
Television,
The Gun Club,
Agent Orange,
The Vogues,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.