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 Thailand 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 Walker Brothers to the grime 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Scion,
Moby Grape,
the Association,
Los Fastidios,
Yusef Lateef,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Steve Hackett,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Index,
Black Flag,
Spandau Ballet,
Arthur Verocai,
The Busters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crispy Ambulance,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Babytalk,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lightning Bolt,
Buzzcocks,
T. Rex,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sonny Sharrock,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sandy B,
Shuggie Otis,
Adolescents,
Yazoo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Radio Birdman,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Moody Blues,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Smoke,
FM Einheit,
JFA,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Byrd,
Khruangbin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gap Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Liliput,
EPMD,
The Golliwogs,
The Slits,
Anthony Braxton,
Fatback Band,
Ten City,
Funky Four + One,
Blancmange,
Godley & Creme,
The Toasters,
Tomorrow,
Robert Wyatt,
Bootsy Collins,
Alphaville,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.