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 Sierra Leone and from Paris.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Hoover to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Sister Nancy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The United States of America,
Bill Near,
Scrapy,
The Real Kids,
Model 500,
Moby Grape,
PIL,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Association,
Pole,
Eurythmics,
Eddi Front,
Lebanon Hanover,
Maleditus Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
New Order,
Graham Central Station,
The Happenings,
Theoretical Girls,
Yaz,
The Martian,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Busters,
The Dirtbombs,
Monks,
Rekid,
Warsaw,
Massinfluence,
Letta Mbulu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Peter and Kerry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eric Copeland,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hardrive,
The Misunderstood,
Pere Ubu,
Derrick Morgan,
Leonard Cohen,
Livin' Joy,
The Skatalites,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sam Rivers,
Tears for Fears,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fugs,
Glenn Branca,
the Germs,
Talk Talk,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pulsallama,
The Gories,
Scan 7,
Maurizio,
John Cale,
Chrome,
Hasil Adkins,
Technova,
Crime,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.