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 Benin and from Woodstock.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Porter Ricks to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rekid,
The Count Five,
Stiv Bators,
The Wake,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Dead C,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minor Threat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joensuu 1685,
John Holt,
Al Stewart,
Jeff Mills,
The Vogues,
These Immortal Souls,
Lindisfarne,
Young Marble Giants,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
James White and The Blacks,
The Associates,
Ronan,
Henry Cow,
T. Rex,
the Soft Cell,
Moby Grape,
Aloha Tigers,
B.T. Express,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Radiohead,
Danielle Patucci,
The Slackers,
Gang Starr,
Pere Ubu,
Isaac Hayes,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Christie,
Ohio Players,
Stetsasonic,
Ossler,
Symarip,
Alison Limerick,
Vainqueur,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Pop Group,
Make Up,
Loose Ends,
Livin' Joy,
Sun Ra,
The Kinks,
The Human League,
Blancmange,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Faust,
Pylon,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.