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 Colombia and from Lyon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe 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 Black Pus to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
These Immortal Souls,
a-ha,
The Pretty Things,
Peter and Kerry,
Hoover,
Eli Mardock,
Ice-T,
The Beau Brummels,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Donny Hathaway,
Quadrant,
Sparks,
the Slits,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sixth Finger,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Moon,
Groovy Waters,
Severed Heads,
Sandy B,
Bronski Beat,
Eurythmics,
Marshall Jefferson,
Franke,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang of Four,
Accadde A,
Young Marble Giants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mark Hollis,
Bluetip,
Angry Samoans,
Masters at Work,
Charles Mingus,
Buzzcocks,
Mandrill,
Josef K,
The Stooges,
Pierre Henry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dead Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Leaves,
David Bowie,
Cluster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tom Boy,
Barry Ungar,
Mad Mike,
Zero Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jesper Dahlback,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Residents,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Country Teasers,
Brass Construction,
Infiniti,
David McCallum,
The Last Poets,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.