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 San Marino and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
MC5,
The Red Krayola,
Janne Schatter,
The Grass Roots,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Thompson Twins,
Patti Smith,
Visage,
DJ Style,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lyres,
Judy Mowatt,
Magma,
Tears for Fears,
Harry Pussy,
Letta Mbulu,
Desert Stars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bronski Beat,
Deakin,
The Litter,
Arthur Verocai,
The Saints,
Public Enemy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cal Tjader,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gories,
Pole,
The Fugs,
Danielle Patucci,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Vladislav Delay,
Marvin Gaye,
Cecil Taylor,
The Skatalites,
The Tremeloes,
Schoolly D,
the Sonics,
Lakeside,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yazoo,
the Soft Cell,
Organ,
Duran Duran,
Reuben Wilson,
The Searchers,
Ornette Coleman,
X-102,
The Star Department,
Lalann,
ABBA,
Au Pairs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cameo,
John Foxx,
Soft Cell,
A Certain Ratio,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.