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 Belgium and from Mumbai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron 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 Mad Mike to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Sonic Youth,
Rotary Connection,
Dave Gahan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Slits,
Cheater Slicks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soft Machine,
Scratch Acid,
Glenn Branca,
Moby Grape,
Blancmange,
Groovy Waters,
Das Ding,
Tom Boy,
Charles Mingus,
Outsiders,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Human League,
Todd Rundgren,
Donald Byrd,
Jeff Mills,
Marvin Gaye,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eurythmics,
Grey Daturas,
Lyres,
Nation of Ulysses,
Swans,
DJ Style,
Cal Tjader,
Mark Hollis,
Roger Hodgson,
Arab on Radar,
Susan Cadogan,
Jawbox,
Electric Prunes,
Minutemen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Blossom Toes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Popol Vuh,
The Litter,
Anthony Braxton,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fat Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
Derrick May,
Monks,
Freddie Wadling,
The Star Department,
The Standells,
The Misunderstood,
Robert Hood,
UT,
The Golliwogs,
Nick Fraelich,
Ituana,
Bronski Beat,
Livin' Joy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.