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 Ivory Coast and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 Scott Walker 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
D'Angelo,
Lalann,
Scott Walker,
The Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Intrusion,
June Days,
Bronski Beat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Knickerbockers,
The Dead C,
Harpers Bizarre,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stereo Dub,
Colin Newman,
The New Christs,
Scratch Acid,
Steve Hackett,
Model 500,
Drive Like Jehu,
Au Pairs,
Zero Boys,
The Associates,
Joyce Sims,
Donald Byrd,
Excepter,
Soft Cell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Delta 5,
Qualms,
Bizarre Inc.,
Oblivians,
F. McDonald,
Albert Ayler,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Easy Going,
Ultravox,
Ituana,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fear,
Soft Machine,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Index,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alphaville,
a-ha,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roy Ayers,
Porter Ricks,
T. Rex,
The Five Americans,
Malaria!,
The Kinks,
Bob Dylan,
Skriet,
Outsiders,
Rosa Yemen,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.