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 Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the techno 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bang On A Can,
Loose Ends,
Juan Atkins,
World's Most,
Bauhaus,
June of 44,
Soft Machine,
The Busters,
MDC,
The Star Department,
Gang of Four,
The Pretty Things,
The Toasters,
Pere Ubu,
Colin Newman,
Adolescents,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ten City,
Second Layer,
John Cale,
Dorothy Ashby,
Vainqueur,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Saints,
Leonard Cohen,
AZ,
Reagan Youth,
Junior Murvin,
B.T. Express,
Sixth Finger,
The Sonics,
Reuben Wilson,
Magma,
The Gories,
Pulsallama,
Lou Christie,
Tears for Fears,
Interpol,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Victims,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hot Snakes,
The Electric Prunes,
Groovy Waters,
Agitation Free,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jacob Miller,
Crime,
Pet Shop Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bad Manners,
X-101,
Neil Young,
Ossler,
Matthew Halsall,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.