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 St Lucia and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Slits to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Ultra Naté,
The Young Rascals,
Aaron Thompson,
The Skatalites,
H. Thieme,
Adolescents,
Black Moon,
Harry Pussy,
Blake Baxter,
The American Breed,
Zero Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Remains,
The Saints,
Joy Division,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Radiohead,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eli Mardock,
Iggy Pop,
The Birthday Party,
Hot Snakes,
Chris Corsano,
Eric Dolphy,
Gong,
New Order,
Nick Fraelich,
World's Most,
Reuben Wilson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aswad,
the Normal,
Mars,
The Kinks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Steve Hackett,
Franke,
Shoche,
Rosa Yemen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Banda Bassotti,
LL Cool J,
Cal Tjader,
Public Enemy,
Connie Case,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lungfish,
Alphaville,
Gichy Dan,
Brass Construction,
Gabor Szabo,
Tubeway Army,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ludus,
Harmonia,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Residents,
Gang Green,
Ten City,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.