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 Costa Rica and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Brick to the rock 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
The Fuzztones,
the Soft Cell,
Sight & Sound,
Blake Baxter,
Jeff Lynne,
Crooked Eye,
Goldenarms,
Audionom,
The Gories,
La Düsseldorf,
The Leaves,
ABBA,
Metal Thangz,
Kenny Larkin,
Gabor Szabo,
Joy Division,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cramps,
Bush Tetras,
Intrusion,
Sandy B,
Minor Threat,
Reuben Wilson,
Sonic Youth,
Joe Finger,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Slave,
Hoover,
Junior Murvin,
Joyce Sims,
Oblivians,
The Raincoats,
Pharoah Sanders,
Unwound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Royal Trux,
Kerri Chandler,
The Offenders,
Jeff Mills,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tubeway Army,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Groovy Waters,
Eve St. Jones,
Faraquet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roxette,
Soulsonic Force,
Tres Demented,
L. Decosne,
CMW,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mars,
Electric Prunes,
Tomorrow,
Marc Almond,
Banda Bassotti,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Human League,
Tim Buckley,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.