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 Tajikistan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the punk 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Prince Buster,
Minutemen,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Pus,
Steve Hackett,
B.T. Express,
Yazoo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Con Funk Shun,
Charles Mingus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nas,
kango's stein massive,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gong,
Lightning Bolt,
Brass Construction,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Essential Logic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Section 25,
Barry Ungar,
Toni Rubio,
Marmalade,
Kaleidoscope,
Scott Walker,
Terry Callier,
Lower 48,
the Sonics,
Mary Jane Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Japan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
New Order,
Darondo,
John Foxx,
Albert Ayler,
Leonard Cohen,
Graham Central Station,
Suburban Knight,
The Associates,
Bush Tetras,
Outsiders,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Happenings,
Lou Reed,
Lyres,
the Human League,
The Dirtbombs,
Ossler,
Laurel Aitken,
John Cale,
Robert Wyatt,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.