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 Pakistan and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 The Angels of Light to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
JFA,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Flash Fearless,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wasted Youth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tubeway Army,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Audionom,
The Skatalites,
Sonic Youth,
China Crisis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pagans,
Scientists,
Neu!,
Kaleidoscope,
Chris Corsano,
Rekid,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pantytec,
The Cramps,
Josef K,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Livin' Joy,
The Cowsills,
Iggy Pop,
Arab on Radar,
Pylon,
Crooked Eye,
The Mighty Diamonds,
In Retrospect,
The Martian,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sound Behaviour,
Angry Samoans,
Black Sheep,
Harry Pussy,
Howard Jones,
Chrome,
Shoche,
Sex Pistols,
Cal Tjader,
Newcleus,
Amon Düül,
Joe Finger,
Oblivians,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Index,
Buzzcocks,
Altered Images,
Eli Mardock,
Minny Pops,
The Slits,
Ludus,
D'Angelo,
Erasure,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.