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 Indonesia and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 DJ Sneak to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 Sonics,
Scan 7,
Second Layer,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Audionom,
Pierre Henry,
Fatback Band,
MC5,
Aswad,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultravox,
R.M.O.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fortunes,
Roger Hodgson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mark Hollis,
Average White Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Technova,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Derrick Morgan,
Scratch Acid,
Johnny Clarke,
Cameo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tim Buckley,
The Human League,
Funkadelic,
Suburban Knight,
Mission of Burma,
Negative Approach,
These Immortal Souls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Morten Harket,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Index,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crooked Eye,
Magma,
New Order,
Eurythmics,
Youth Brigade,
Rites of Spring,
Infiniti,
Susan Cadogan,
FM Einheit,
Tres Demented,
Gang Green,
The Fugs,
Dead Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Young Rascals,
Massinfluence,
Harry Pussy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sound Behaviour,
Lalann,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.