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 Barbados and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet 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 PIL to the electroclash 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
The Black Dice,
Patti Smith,
The Barracudas,
DJ Style,
Sam Rivers,
Shuggie Otis,
the Human League,
Second Layer,
the Sonics,
Easy Going,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mad Mike,
Bill Wells,
Panda Bear,
The Toasters,
Chris & Cosey,
Laurel Aitken,
Rod Modell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Robert Hood,
Section 25,
Blossom Toes,
Monks,
The Fortunes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joyce Sims,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roy Ayers,
Black Moon,
Yazoo,
The Dead C,
Harmonia,
Faust,
Tropical Tobacco,
Erykah Badu,
U.S. Maple,
Eve St. Jones,
Robert Görl,
Bronski Beat,
Hasil Adkins,
Supertramp,
Warren Ellis,
Warsaw,
The Pretty Things,
Tomorrow,
Lakeside,
Radiopuhelimet,
Inner City,
Fatback Band,
Max Romeo,
Severed Heads,
the Swans,
Bob Dylan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Echospace,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
Kayak,
Gang Starr,
Heaven 17,
the Association,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.