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 Taiwan and from Houston.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Red Krayola to the dance 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Crime,
John Lydon,
Avey Tare,
Organ,
The Gladiators,
The Skatalites,
Ronnie Foster,
Pantaleimon,
Rosa Yemen,
Cal Tjader,
Boogie Down Productions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Skriet,
Clear Light,
Visage,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Subhumans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Busters,
The Tremeloes,
Qualms,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pharoah Sanders,
Agitation Free,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Boz Scaggs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Inner City,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grey Daturas,
The Invisible,
Tres Demented,
Erasure,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alphaville,
Carl Craig,
World's Most,
Bizarre Inc.,
Reagan Youth,
Funky Four + One,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cramps,
New York Dolls,
Chris & Cosey,
Khruangbin,
Radiohead,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Unwound,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultra Naté,
Thompson Twins,
The New Christs,
The Trojans,
The Red Krayola,
The Offenders,
Sixth Finger,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Birthday Party,
The Residents,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.