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 Sweden and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Das Ding to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Warsaw,
Dark Day,
The Divine Comedy,
Patti Smith,
Hardrive,
Au Pairs,
Duran Duran,
Tom Boy,
Marvin Gaye,
Suburban Knight,
The Vogues,
Charles Mingus,
Cecil Taylor,
Barbara Tucker,
the Slits,
The Real Kids,
Joe Smooth,
Dawn Penn,
The Blues Magoos,
Livin' Joy,
Angry Samoans,
Radiohead,
One Last Wish,
The Human League,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Shoche,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Monks,
Kenny Larkin,
Aswad,
10cc,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cure,
Crash Course in Science,
David Bowie,
Jacques Brel,
Monolake,
Al Stewart,
K-Klass,
Eurythmics,
Colin Newman,
Accadde A,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gichy Dan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camouflage,
Barry Ungar,
Barclay James Harvest,
OOIOO,
David Axelrod,
Television Personalities,
Graham Central Station,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.