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 Guinea-Bissau and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Piero Umiliani to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
In Retrospect,
Alphaville,
Main Source,
Hot Snakes,
Black Flag,
Urselle,
Eve St. Jones,
a-ha,
Prince Buster,
These Immortal Souls,
Half Japanese,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gap Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Christie,
Panda Bear,
Yaz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Wake,
Jacques Brel,
Swans,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fugs,
Barry Ungar,
Roxette,
Zapp,
John Foxx,
This Heat,
the Association,
Subhumans,
The Divine Comedy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang Starr,
The Electric Prunes,
Soft Machine,
U.S. Maple,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Pus,
Howard Jones,
Terrestrial Tones,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tommy Roe,
Man Eating Sloth,
OOIOO,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Görl,
the Germs,
The Durutti Column,
The Doobie Brothers,
Josef K,
The Fuzztones,
Blake Baxter,
The Pop Group,
The Stooges,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Infiniti,
Negative Approach,
Television,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.