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 Papua New Guinea and from Columbus.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin 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 Alison Limerick to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
B.T. Express,
Tubeway Army,
Junior Murvin,
Lucky Dragons,
Stiv Bators,
Juan Atkins,
Quando Quango,
The Slackers,
The Litter,
Nik Kershaw,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Soft Cell,
Sight & Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wire,
Accadde A,
Excepter,
Fugazi,
kango's stein massive,
The Moleskins,
Surgeon,
Ponytail,
Boredoms,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Sonics,
Stockholm Monsters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Robert Hood,
Black Flag,
Zero Boys,
Index,
Dawn Penn,
Icehouse,
Barry Ungar,
Derrick Morgan,
Infiniti,
Soulsonic Force,
Drive Like Jehu,
Shuggie Otis,
Quadrant,
Magazine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
MDC,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
Masters at Work,
Desert Stars,
Sonic Youth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Half Japanese,
Roxette,
Spoonie Gee,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aswad,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Essential Logic,
a-ha,
Black Pus,
Ken Boothe,
Y Pants,
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.