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 Latvia and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Crime to the disco 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dual Sessions,
Scott Walker,
The Alarm Clocks,
New York Dolls,
Young Marble Giants,
Davy DMX,
Thee Headcoats,
Hashim,
Leonard Cohen,
Arthur Verocai,
Rhythm & Sound,
Outsiders,
Marine Girls,
The Sound,
The Angels of Light,
Circle Jerks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Patti Smith,
David Bowie,
Lindisfarne,
Underground Resistance,
The Skatalites,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gichy Dan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Sonics,
The Mummies,
Hardrive,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Evens,
Panda Bear,
Ronnie Foster,
Youth Brigade,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cowsills,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Steve Hackett,
Arcadia,
Josef K,
Popol Vuh,
Tom Boy,
Alton Ellis,
Can,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marvin Gaye,
The Young Rascals,
Lucky Dragons,
Carl Craig,
Isaac Hayes,
Charles Mingus,
Bluetip,
Joyce Sims,
Rekid,
The J.B.'s,
UT,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.