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 Norway and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Fire Engines to the disco 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
The Vogues,
Goldenarms,
Bronski Beat,
These Immortal Souls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ossler,
The Selecter,
Kayak,
Darondo,
Tears for Fears,
Lebanon Hanover,
Negative Approach,
Aural Exciters,
Spandau Ballet,
Kenny Larkin,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cheater Slicks,
Dave Gahan,
Steve Hackett,
Gang Green,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Dead C,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kas Product,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moss Icon,
Mark Hollis,
Simply Red,
Chris & Cosey,
D'Angelo,
The Divine Comedy,
Malaria!,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Letta Mbulu,
T.S.O.L.,
Amazonics,
Sixth Finger,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
June Days,
June of 44,
The Motions,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bill Near,
Nils Olav,
The Stooges,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Los Fastidios,
Robert Wyatt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dead Boys,
Hot Snakes,
Pierre Henry,
Vladislav Delay,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alice Coltrane,
Man Eating Sloth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yusef Lateef,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.