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 Montenegro and from London.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Residents to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox 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 techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
a-ha,
L. Decosne,
Intrusion,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barclay James Harvest,
In Retrospect,
Nico,
Massinfluence,
Boogie Down Productions,
Matthew Bourne,
Sandy B,
Jacques Brel,
Soul II Soul,
Yazoo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rekid,
The Remains,
Yusef Lateef,
The Star Department,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alton Ellis,
John Lydon,
the Normal,
Con Funk Shun,
Scrapy,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Smiths,
Ituana,
Dawn Penn,
Nick Fraelich,
Susan Cadogan,
The Moleskins,
Lalann,
Byron Stingily,
Tres Demented,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Swans,
Fluxion,
Ossler,
Cameo,
China Crisis,
The Electric Prunes,
Rakim,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pantytec,
Von Mondo,
Silicon Teens,
The Kinks,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Velvet Underground,
Tommy Roe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
These Immortal Souls,
Freddie Wadling,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Christie,
Grauzone,
B.T. Express,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Thompson Twins,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.