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 Laos and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Gang Green to the electroclash 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pole,
Audionom,
Bronski Beat,
Sarah Menescal,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Average White Band,
Deepchord,
Altered Images,
Pere Ubu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Faraquet,
Soft Machine,
Lower 48,
The Cure,
F. McDonald,
Roxette,
The Names,
Sonic Youth,
The Star Department,
Yellowson,
Big Daddy Kane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Angry Samoans,
Accadde A,
Bobby Byrd,
The Velvet Underground,
Easy Going,
E-Dancer,
Minor Threat,
Glenn Branca,
Quadrant,
Ossler,
The Zeros,
Duran Duran,
Black Bananas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
New Age Steppers,
June Days,
Loose Ends,
Idris Muhammad,
Gregory Isaacs,
Iggy Pop,
Aural Exciters,
Radiohead,
U.S. Maple,
Neil Young,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brick,
The Knickerbockers,
Tres Demented,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Kinks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Foxx,
Buzzcocks,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.