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 San Marino and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ossler to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Los Fastidios record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Malaria!,
This Heat,
The Fire Engines,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Parry Music,
The Golliwogs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Sheep,
Metal Thangz,
Chrome,
The Victims,
Bob Dylan,
Heaven 17,
Trumans Water,
the Germs,
Visage,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sixth Finger,
Silicon Teens,
The Red Krayola,
The Searchers,
ABBA,
Lebanon Hanover,
Slick Rick,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Misunderstood,
The Black Dice,
The Last Poets,
Judy Mowatt,
Letta Mbulu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The American Breed,
B.T. Express,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Iggy Pop,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Franke,
Radiohead,
Hoover,
Skriet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
China Crisis,
Simply Red,
The Standells,
Steve Hackett,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Womack,
The Velvet Underground,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Saccharine Trust,
the Normal,
Sex Pistols,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.