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 Russia and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Seeds to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Skriet,
The Neon Judgement,
Danielle Patucci,
The Dirtbombs,
The Buckinghams,
Oneida,
The Misunderstood,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Man Parrish,
The Smiths,
Derrick Morgan,
Roger Hodgson,
The Searchers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Dave Clark Five,
Supertramp,
Duran Duran,
LL Cool J,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Slave,
Gerry Rafferty,
Neu!,
Suicide,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Drexciya,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Golliwogs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nils Olav,
Fad Gadget,
Ornette Coleman,
Deepchord,
Half Japanese,
Mr. Review,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Harry Pussy,
Steve Hackett,
Grauzone,
The Angels of Light,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Human League,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Trumans Water,
Brass Construction,
The Fortunes,
Monolake,
Dual Sessions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fugs,
Moebius,
Graham Central Station,
Procol Harum,
Simply Red,
Goldenarms,
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Unwound,
Nick Fraelich,
Byron Stingily,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.