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 Turkey and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Spoonie Gee to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
48th St. Collective,
Fluxion,
Average White Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Erasure,
The Human League,
Skarface,
Scion,
Tim Buckley,
The Victims,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Parry Music,
Animal Collective,
Sällskapet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Loose Ends,
In Retrospect,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Pus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bob Dylan,
Ronnie Foster,
Bill Near,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cybotron,
T. Rex,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lower 48,
Howard Jones,
Y Pants,
Godley & Creme,
Siglo XX,
Glenn Branca,
Byron Stingily,
Boredoms,
Bobby Byrd,
Kerri Chandler,
Visage,
Wasted Youth,
The Mojo Men,
Surgeon,
Donald Byrd,
The Moleskins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Steve Hackett,
Carl Craig,
Icehouse,
Dead Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
Morten Harket,
Sight & Sound,
Jandek,
Yellowson,
The Music Machine,
One Last Wish,
Brass Construction,
Zero Boys,
Tears for Fears,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.