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 Palau and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 Trojans to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
The Golliwogs,
Infiniti,
the Association,
Barclay James Harvest,
MDC,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Donny Hathaway,
Jacob Miller,
Minor Threat,
Jeru the Damaja,
Technova,
Funky Four + One,
Cluster,
Janne Schatter,
Aloha Tigers,
Quadrant,
The Sound,
Surgeon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sällskapet,
The Selecter,
Con Funk Shun,
Amazonics,
Pantytec,
Talk Talk,
Average White Band,
Duran Duran,
Bronski Beat,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Public Image Ltd.,
Charles Mingus,
Japan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Negative Approach,
Pagans,
Derrick Morgan,
Echospace,
Scott Walker,
John Holt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soul II Soul,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alice Coltrane,
Y Pants,
Yellowson,
Ten City,
Massinfluence,
Pierre Henry,
Clear Light,
Q65,
F. McDonald,
Country Teasers,
Rosa Yemen,
Sarah Menescal,
Outsiders,
Unrelated Segments,
Ornette Coleman,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.