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 Costa Rica and from Shanghai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe 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 Niagra to the dance 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul 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?
Marmalade,
Royal Trux,
Smog,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Red Krayola,
The Searchers,
Jerry's Kids,
Kenny Larkin,
Panda Bear,
Newcleus,
The Modern Lovers,
Mr. Review,
The Techniques,
Bluetip,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Leonard Cohen,
Dual Sessions,
The Electric Prunes,
Aaron Thompson,
Althea and Donna,
Crash Course in Science,
the Association,
Tears for Fears,
Drive Like Jehu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pylon,
The Cowsills,
Y Pants,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Quando Quango,
Mandrill,
Depeche Mode,
David McCallum,
Scan 7,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tomorrow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Remains,
Franke,
Charles Mingus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun Ra,
Jandek,
Popol Vuh,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pantaleimon,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Zeros,
The Music Machine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harry Pussy,
The Residents,
Harmonia,
The Martian,
Marvin Gaye,
a-ha,
Lightning Bolt,
These Immortal Souls,
Andrew Hill,
Sixth Finger,
Flash Fearless,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.