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 South Sudan and from Manchester.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Angels of Light to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan 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 punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roy Ayers,
Y Pants,
Arab on Radar,
Jeff Mills,
DJ Style,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bootsy Collins,
The Mummies,
Boredoms,
Newcleus,
Skriet,
Josef K,
Section 25,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Blake Baxter,
Sam Rivers,
Yellowson,
Connie Case,
Barclay James Harvest,
Blossom Toes,
Mandrill,
The Tremeloes,
Suicide,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Idris Muhammad,
The Invisible,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Andrew Hill,
Infiniti,
The Angels of Light,
Lindisfarne,
Monolake,
Aaron Thompson,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Happenings,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Golliwogs,
Jeff Lynne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jacob Miller,
Angry Samoans,
Silicon Teens,
Ice-T,
The Zeros,
Negative Approach,
Dark Day,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Leaves,
Visage,
Pere Ubu,
Sparks,
Adolescents,
The Moleskins,
The Trojans,
Country Teasers,
Faraquet,
The Standells,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.