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 Taiwan and from Cairo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Clear Light to the punk 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Simply Red,
Howard Jones,
The Raincoats,
The Vogues,
Khruangbin,
Moby Grape,
The Last Poets,
Can,
Reuben Wilson,
Chris & Cosey,
Scott Walker,
Godley & Creme,
Minnie Riperton,
Pantytec,
Sexual Harrassment,
Agitation Free,
The Gories,
Banda Bassotti,
Eli Mardock,
Eve St. Jones,
Crispian St. Peters,
Amon Düül,
Jesper Dahlback,
DNA,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Television Personalities,
Colin Newman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kurtis Blow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Suicide,
Nick Fraelich,
Talk Talk,
The Mojo Men,
AZ,
Joyce Sims,
Gang Green,
The Sonics,
Organ,
Wings,
Royal Trux,
Inner City,
Eurythmics,
Crooked Eye,
Swans,
Underground Resistance,
Reagan Youth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun City Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
Icehouse,
Don Cherry,
The Velvet Underground,
Outsiders,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Sherman,
Joy Division,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultravox,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.