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 Jordan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Stiv Bators to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Shuggie Otis,
The Blackbyrds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tomorrow,
The Blues Magoos,
Johnny Clarke,
Banda Bassotti,
Fad Gadget,
Moss Icon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roxette,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gap Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dual Sessions,
The Fire Engines,
Lakeside,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The New Christs,
Outsiders,
Echospace,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Unrelated Segments,
Josef K,
The Victims,
Robert Hood,
Toni Rubio,
Brass Construction,
Althea and Donna,
New Age Steppers,
Chrome,
Flipper,
Q and Not U,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Index,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tom Boy,
Rod Modell,
Babytalk,
Terry Callier,
Excepter,
Morten Harket,
Sonic Youth,
The Offenders,
Television,
Gang Green,
Nik Kershaw,
Joy Division,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scrapy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yellowson,
The Invisible,
Man Parrish,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.