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 United Kingdom and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Lungfish to the rock 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Faust,
Swans,
The Pretty Things,
kango's stein massive,
Young Marble Giants,
The Human League,
Ludus,
T. Rex,
Youth Brigade,
Slave,
Idris Muhammad,
UT,
The Gap Band,
Television,
Rufus Thomas,
The Index,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marc Almond,
Spoonie Gee,
Al Stewart,
Drive Like Jehu,
Avey Tare,
Skaos,
the Association,
The Young Rascals,
Bronski Beat,
Wolf Eyes,
Robert Görl,
Jawbox,
Derrick May,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Robert Hood,
Deadbeat,
Flash Fearless,
Intrusion,
Cheater Slicks,
Camberwell Now,
10cc,
Spandau Ballet,
Radiohead,
John Cale,
The Gories,
Icehouse,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Selecter,
Whodini,
Funky Four + One,
Freddie Wadling,
The Trojans,
the Soft Cell,
Cecil Taylor,
Bill Wells,
The Fuzztones,
Urselle,
Delta 5,
Monks,
Visage,
MC5,
Unrelated Segments,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.