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 Tajikistan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Boz Scaggs to the grunge 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
T.S.O.L.,
The Walker Brothers,
The Blackbyrds,
Zapp,
Nick Fraelich,
Bronski Beat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Flash Fearless,
Reagan Youth,
The J.B.'s,
Wire,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lower 48,
Lightning Bolt,
Byron Stingily,
Pagans,
The American Breed,
Curtis Mayfield,
Youth Brigade,
The Five Americans,
Traffic Nightmare,
B.T. Express,
Judy Mowatt,
The Residents,
Gerry Rafferty,
ABBA,
Letta Mbulu,
Porter Ricks,
Alphaville,
Shuggie Otis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Saints,
Crash Course in Science,
Terrestrial Tones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fugazi,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deadbeat,
Scott Walker,
Kool Moe Dee,
Saccharine Trust,
Robert Wyatt,
Japan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Dirtbombs,
Quadrant,
Lindisfarne,
The Stooges,
One Last Wish,
LL Cool J,
Ponytail,
The Blues Magoos,
Dawn Penn,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sixth Finger,
Zero Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.