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 Venezuela and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Mo-Dettes to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Boredoms,
Radiohead,
Bobby Womack,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Slick Rick,
Ken Boothe,
the Soft Cell,
Aswad,
DJ Sneak,
The Busters,
Second Layer,
Al Stewart,
Jawbox,
Outsiders,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mr. Review,
Colin Newman,
Hardrive,
Joe Smooth,
T. Rex,
John Foxx,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Christie,
This Heat,
ABBA,
Charles Mingus,
The Young Rascals,
Hoover,
Shoche,
Sex Pistols,
Skaos,
FM Einheit,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soul II Soul,
Nas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sound Behaviour,
The Angels of Light,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Bananas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roxette,
In Retrospect,
Sixth Finger,
New York Dolls,
The Moody Blues,
The Cure,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ossler,
The Last Poets,
Skriet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sun City Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
Moss Icon,
The Velvet Underground,
Suicide,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Half Japanese,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.