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 Mozambique and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Five Americans to the techno 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Pantytec,
The United States of America,
Girls At Our Best!,
Boz Scaggs,
Harry Pussy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roxette,
FM Einheit,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Martian,
Janne Schatter,
Ronnie Foster,
Nik Kershaw,
Ludus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Whodini,
Lucky Dragons,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lower 48,
Roger Hodgson,
Oblivians,
Negative Approach,
Suicide,
Gong,
The Dirtbombs,
Amon Düül II,
Severed Heads,
Technova,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kurtis Blow,
MDC,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jacques Brel,
Rekid,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Second Layer,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Glenn Branca,
Dead Boys,
Essential Logic,
the Fania All-Stars,
The J.B.'s,
Trumans Water,
The Gladiators,
Aloha Tigers,
Pagans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
This Heat,
Agent Orange,
The Sound,
Moby Grape,
The Doors,
Dual Sessions,
Siglo XX,
Todd Rundgren,
Darondo,
Half Japanese,
Accadde A,
Shuggie Otis,
Avey Tare,
New York Dolls,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.