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 Russia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Faraquet to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit 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 punk 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
EPMD,
Barclay James Harvest,
The American Breed,
Quando Quango,
Bluetip,
Ultra Naté,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deepchord,
Soft Machine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gerry Rafferty,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Chris & Cosey,
Connie Case,
a-ha,
Groovy Waters,
Freddie Wadling,
Carl Craig,
Nick Fraelich,
FM Einheit,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roxy Music,
Japan,
The Electric Prunes,
Quadrant,
Ten City,
Byron Stingily,
The Red Krayola,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Move,
Don Cherry,
Davy DMX,
John Cale,
Main Source,
cv313,
The Shadows of Knight,
U.S. Maple,
John Holt,
ABC,
The Alarm Clocks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Stooges,
Suburban Knight,
The Grass Roots,
Swans,
Funkadelic,
Marvin Gaye,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Barracudas,
Mr. Review,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Public Image Ltd.,
Delta 5,
Aswad,
Neil Young,
Tubeway Army,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.