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 Finland and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet 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 Todd Rundgren to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wings,
Todd Rundgren,
Joey Negro,
Isaac Hayes,
The New Christs,
Deepchord,
Erykah Badu,
Marc Almond,
Faraquet,
Ken Boothe,
Rites of Spring,
Bootsy Collins,
Popol Vuh,
Circle Jerks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Laurel Aitken,
Reuben Wilson,
Skriet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Metal Thangz,
Hardrive,
Nils Olav,
Joyce Sims,
Gichy Dan,
Freddie Wadling,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Radiohead,
Crash Course in Science,
Rod Modell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Negative Approach,
Pantaleimon,
Soulsonic Force,
Flipper,
ABBA,
Angry Samoans,
The Slackers,
Peter & Gordon,
UT,
Jawbox,
The United States of America,
The Electric Prunes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ronnie Foster,
Roy Ayers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Glenn Branca,
The Offenders,
The Count Five,
Ice-T,
Eden Ahbez,
Tubeway Army,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Terry Callier,
Talk Talk,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.