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 Turkey and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 The Motions to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
the Normal,
Zero Boys,
Radiohead,
Lyres,
Connie Case,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mandrill,
Yellowson,
Black Pus,
The Toasters,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Holt,
Banda Bassotti,
Public Image Ltd.,
MDC,
X-101,
Fugazi,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Flag,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cure,
The Fortunes,
OOIOO,
Young Marble Giants,
The Young Rascals,
The Fuzztones,
Gerry Rafferty,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Leaves,
Roxette,
Country Teasers,
Howard Jones,
Yazoo,
Rotary Connection,
Roxy Music,
Sällskapet,
Skriet,
Suicide,
Unwound,
Swans,
Nico,
Sonny Sharrock,
Spandau Ballet,
Blancmange,
Warsaw,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Metal Thangz,
The Kinks,
Jeff Lynne,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Seeds,
Amon Düül II,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Circle Jerks,
Roger Hodgson,
Harry Pussy,
Fluxion,
The Gladiators,
Audionom,
L. Decosne,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.