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 Belize 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Maleditus Sound to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Unrelated Segments,
ABC,
Todd Rundgren,
Hoover,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alice Coltrane,
Deepchord,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Sound,
The Residents,
The Alarm Clocks,
The American Breed,
Livin' Joy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cecil Taylor,
the Sonics,
The Slits,
Saccharine Trust,
The Evens,
cv313,
Minnie Riperton,
Gong,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Foxx,
Rotary Connection,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lower 48,
Maurizio,
Ultravox,
The Angels of Light,
Q and Not U,
Harmonia,
Judy Mowatt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Mojo Men,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Anakelly,
Wings,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Oneida,
The Toasters,
Neu!,
Junior Murvin,
Khruangbin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Organ,
Hardrive,
Dead Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
Oblivians,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Excepter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Echospace,
Erasure,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.