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 United States and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 Supertramp to the funk 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
cv313,
Symarip,
Banda Bassotti,
Chris Corsano,
Isaac Hayes,
Ituana,
Tropical Tobacco,
KRS-One,
Deakin,
Marc Almond,
Stereo Dub,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Half Japanese,
The Buckinghams,
Make Up,
Hot Snakes,
The Divine Comedy,
June Days,
Anthony Braxton,
Unrelated Segments,
Marine Girls,
LL Cool J,
Funkadelic,
Scott Walker,
Scrapy,
Bill Wells,
Franke,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeff Lynne,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Malaria!,
The Walker Brothers,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Coltrane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
K-Klass,
Sound Behaviour,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Shuggie Otis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Colin Newman,
10cc,
Loose Ends,
Eric Copeland,
The Names,
Suburban Knight,
Matthew Bourne,
Skarface,
Stockholm Monsters,
Monolake,
Laurel Aitken,
Godley & Creme,
Moebius,
Radio Birdman,
EPMD,
Max Romeo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Arcadia,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Derrick May,
The Slackers,
The Dead C,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.