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 Antigua and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kayak to the grunge 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
PIL,
The Five Americans,
U.S. Maple,
Donald Byrd,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Association,
Dawn Penn,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Clear Light,
Pole,
David Axelrod,
Man Parrish,
John Cale,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Circle Jerks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brothers Johnson,
kango's stein massive,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Index,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gerry Rafferty,
Howard Jones,
The Busters,
Alton Ellis,
Prince Buster,
Supertramp,
The Fuzztones,
Marine Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Goldenarms,
Joey Negro,
Radiopuhelimet,
New Order,
Swell Maps,
Suburban Knight,
Sun City Girls,
The Trojans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camouflage,
The Standells,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ronan,
The Young Rascals,
Motorama,
Roxette,
Country Teasers,
Ohio Players,
Severed Heads,
Lyres,
Jandek,
Oblivians,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Normal,
Scan 7,
Chris Corsano,
Jacques Brel,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.