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 Pakistan and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Reuben Wilson to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Jacob Miller,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wasted Youth,
Au Pairs,
Lindisfarne,
John Cale,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fela Kuti,
Bluetip,
Sam Rivers,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultravox,
Yusef Lateef,
Animal Collective,
Henry Cow,
Sun City Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
The Real Kids,
The Fortunes,
kango's stein massive,
The Move,
Nick Fraelich,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nico,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Saints,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Pop Group,
Eric Dolphy,
June Days,
Robert Görl,
Bad Manners,
Camouflage,
Model 500,
Prince Buster,
Funkadelic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
R.M.O.,
Nils Olav,
Eric Copeland,
Cameo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Max Romeo,
Arthur Verocai,
Faraquet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Moon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Underground Resistance,
Television Personalities,
Cymande,
Theoretical Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Groovy Waters,
Crooked Eye,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Pretty Things,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.