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 Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 Gastr Del Sol to the rock 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff 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 punk 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
The Cramps,
Archie Shepp,
Absolute Body Control,
Todd Terry,
Sister Nancy,
Fad Gadget,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Blancmange,
Reuben Wilson,
Simply Red,
Monks,
The New Christs,
Young Marble Giants,
Jeff Lynne,
David Axelrod,
Basic Channel,
David McCallum,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ossler,
Ponytail,
Soft Machine,
K-Klass,
Depeche Mode,
Robert Wyatt,
Scion,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Whodini,
Bizarre Inc.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rekid,
Royal Trux,
Brand Nubian,
Stiv Bators,
Gang Starr,
Peter and Kerry,
Scratch Acid,
The Knickerbockers,
Mission of Burma,
Goldenarms,
Shoche,
Ultravox,
Alison Limerick,
Bootsy Collins,
Rotary Connection,
Masters at Work,
Iggy Pop,
Skriet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grey Daturas,
Darondo,
Fatback Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Sherman,
Rites of Spring,
David Bowie,
Barrington Levy,
The Searchers,
The Mummies,
Sun Ra,
Crash Course in Science,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.