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 Zimbabwe and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Procol Harum,
Ronan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brick,
Au Pairs,
The Knickerbockers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Dave Clark Five,
Smog,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Drexciya,
June of 44,
cv313,
Godley & Creme,
Lightning Bolt,
Dark Day,
Matthew Halsall,
The Pop Group,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Make Up,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Inner City,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Mark Hollis,
Arab on Radar,
Freddie Wadling,
The Dead C,
Bobby Sherman,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gap Band,
Tom Boy,
Youth Brigade,
Lyres,
Terry Callier,
The Golliwogs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
B.T. Express,
Pantytec,
Thompson Twins,
The Trojans,
Sun Ra,
Index,
Alison Limerick,
The Move,
The Sound,
Malaria!,
The Grass Roots,
Neil Young,
Soul II Soul,
Cluster,
X-101,
The Seeds,
Porter Ricks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed,
Blossom Toes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Wake,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.