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 Cameroon and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Howard Jones to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Absolute Body Control,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Essential Logic,
Rites of Spring,
Big Daddy Kane,
Talk Talk,
Model 500,
Lightning Bolt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lungfish,
Deadbeat,
Bizarre Inc.,
Prince Buster,
Can,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cluster,
Nico,
Amazonics,
Jerry's Kids,
Blossom Toes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Spandau Ballet,
La Düsseldorf,
10cc,
The Cramps,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Peter and Kerry,
Bang On A Can,
Marmalade,
World's Most,
Bill Near,
Warren Ellis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Invisible,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pussy Galore,
Swell Maps,
Tommy Roe,
Chris Corsano,
Moebius,
Brass Construction,
Graham Central Station,
John Foxx,
The Victims,
U.S. Maple,
The Raincoats,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Blake Baxter,
Kurtis Blow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Michelle Simonal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
ABC,
Godley & Creme,
The New Christs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Public Image Ltd.,
Schoolly D,
The Moody Blues,
Public Enemy,
Juan Atkins,
Cheater Slicks,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.