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 Tunisia and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Al Stewart to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang of Four,
Leonard Cohen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sound Behaviour,
Terry Callier,
Newcleus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Blues Magoos,
The Flesh Eaters,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Angels of Light,
Kas Product,
Barrington Levy,
Swans,
The Blackbyrds,
Stiv Bators,
Dual Sessions,
Radio Birdman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Piero Umiliani,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yaz,
Jeru the Damaja,
Warsaw,
Half Japanese,
Aaron Thompson,
Joensuu 1685,
Blossom Toes,
Monolake,
Jawbox,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Essential Logic,
Colin Newman,
Con Funk Shun,
Desert Stars,
Neu!,
The Seeds,
The Zeros,
Eden Ahbez,
The Red Krayola,
Barbara Tucker,
Can,
Erasure,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hasil Adkins,
Fat Boys,
June Days,
Drexciya,
Rites of Spring,
Pagans,
Wire,
Bronski Beat,
Visage,
Avey Tare,
Magazine,
Todd Terry,
Negative Approach,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.