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 Angola and from Toronto.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar 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 Cameo 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
AZ,
Dual Sessions,
Tom Boy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Man Eating Sloth,
Symarip,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crime,
Circle Jerks,
Rotary Connection,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tres Demented,
CMW,
Howard Jones,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cluster,
Dawn Penn,
Can,
Trumans Water,
Little Man,
Sister Nancy,
Gong,
Jimmy McGriff,
Graham Central Station,
Simply Red,
Eli Mardock,
Bauhaus,
Eve St. Jones,
Amazonics,
Lower 48,
Outsiders,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Essential Logic,
Adolescents,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Andrew Hill,
D'Angelo,
The Cowsills,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jawbox,
Shuggie Otis,
Livin' Joy,
Swans,
Aaron Thompson,
Quantec,
Ituana,
Idris Muhammad,
Arcadia,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Magazine,
Amon Düül,
The Litter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roger Hodgson,
David Bowie,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tears for Fears,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.