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 Serbia and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Evens to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
The Modern Lovers,
Barrington Levy,
X-102,
Lungfish,
Underground Resistance,
Television,
Sparks,
Howard Jones,
Robert Wyatt,
Roxette,
The Happenings,
Soft Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wally Richardson,
Stetsasonic,
The Smiths,
The Names,
The Leaves,
Josef K,
Be Bop Deluxe,
These Immortal Souls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Womack,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dennis Brown,
Desert Stars,
Johnny Osbourne,
Circle Jerks,
Wire,
UT,
The Gladiators,
Dave Gahan,
Gichy Dan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aaron Thompson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marine Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
Audionom,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bill Wells,
Peter & Gordon,
Slave,
Section 25,
Surgeon,
Faust,
Essential Logic,
The Seeds,
Peter and Kerry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Connie Case,
John Coltrane,
Mandrill,
The Busters,
Dawn Penn,
Metal Thangz,
Delon & Dalcan,
Amazonics,
Average White Band,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.