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 Poland and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba 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 Marc Almond to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Ituana,
Silicon Teens,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Intrusion,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Maurizio,
Absolute Body Control,
AZ,
Ice-T,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sun City Girls,
Fear,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gories,
Circle Jerks,
Brand Nubian,
Chrome,
Sound Behaviour,
The J.B.'s,
Slick Rick,
The Golliwogs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Oneida,
The Alarm Clocks,
Shuggie Otis,
Henry Cow,
Bang On A Can,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mission of Burma,
These Immortal Souls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lower 48,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tears for Fears,
Thee Headcoats,
Faust,
The Divine Comedy,
Minny Pops,
Porter Ricks,
Prince Buster,
The New Christs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kaleidoscope,
Babytalk,
Model 500,
Average White Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stetsasonic,
Don Cherry,
The Index,
Josef K,
Hoover,
Boz Scaggs,
The Red Krayola,
Crash Course in Science,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pere Ubu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gun Club,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.