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 Estonia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Spandau Ballet to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Todd Rundgren,
Man Eating Sloth,
Little Man,
Au Pairs,
Idris Muhammad,
Pagans,
Malaria!,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bob Dylan,
Goldenarms,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crash Course in Science,
Mr. Review,
Jacob Miller,
the Germs,
T.S.O.L.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Y Pants,
ABC,
Joe Smooth,
F. McDonald,
Agitation Free,
Mars,
Bobby Womack,
Mission of Burma,
Tom Boy,
The Litter,
Infiniti,
Cybotron,
The Young Rascals,
Royal Trux,
Matthew Bourne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Mummies,
Davy DMX,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dark Day,
Bobby Sherman,
Model 500,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fluxion,
Nils Olav,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Todd Terry,
The Walker Brothers,
The Monks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Move,
Silicon Teens,
Thee Headcoats,
Althea and Donna,
Fear,
Ten City,
Amon Düül II,
Michelle Simonal,
The Blackbyrds,
X-101,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pet Shop Boys,
L. Decosne,
Unrelated Segments,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.