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 Kosovo and from Houston.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar 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 Erasure 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Theoretical Girls,
Eric Copeland,
Sight & Sound,
Joe Finger,
The Fire Engines,
The Music Machine,
Joe Smooth,
Tears for Fears,
Kerri Chandler,
OOIOO,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Byrd,
The Stooges,
Unwound,
New York Dolls,
Severed Heads,
Talk Talk,
Aswad,
Ralphi Rosario,
Television,
Trumans Water,
Eurythmics,
Faraquet,
Ituana,
The Modern Lovers,
ABC,
Clear Light,
Marc Almond,
These Immortal Souls,
Henry Cow,
The Doors,
Country Teasers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Blake Baxter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bauhaus,
KRS-One,
E-Dancer,
Agitation Free,
Joey Negro,
The Fuzztones,
Infiniti,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Idris Muhammad,
Gregory Isaacs,
Maurizio,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kaleidoscope,
Pierre Henry,
Barry Ungar,
Warren Ellis,
Zapp,
Throbbing Gristle,
Danielle Patucci,
Amon Düül II,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Raincoats,
Oblivians,
Lakeside,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Massinfluence,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.