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 Italy and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator 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 Rites of Spring to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Cameo,
Tom Boy,
Wire,
The Slits,
Moss Icon,
Metal Thangz,
Judy Mowatt,
Joe Smooth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-102,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marc Almond,
Audionom,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Visage,
Kerri Chandler,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Misunderstood,
Robert Wyatt,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Black Dice,
David McCallum,
The Gap Band,
Aural Exciters,
The Young Rascals,
Gang Gang Dance,
Man Parrish,
The J.B.'s,
Roger Hodgson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cybotron,
Inner City,
Rufus Thomas,
JFA,
The Mummies,
Ossler,
Albert Ayler,
Peter & Gordon,
La Düsseldorf,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Toasters,
The Names,
Sun City Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
John Coltrane,
Black Sheep,
Blake Baxter,
John Lydon,
Lungfish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deakin,
The Fire Engines,
The Dead C,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crooked Eye,
MDC,
Lindisfarne,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.