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 New Zealand and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Stetsasonic to the disco 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fuzztones,
Joe Finger,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Country Teasers,
K-Klass,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nils Olav,
Kurtis Blow,
Swell Maps,
Desert Stars,
Anakelly,
Ossler,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dorothy Ashby,
Derrick May,
Barbara Tucker,
Roy Ayers,
Absolute Body Control,
Don Cherry,
The Smiths,
Matthew Halsall,
The Associates,
Metal Thangz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cymande,
This Heat,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Reed,
The Fall,
Jerry's Kids,
Adolescents,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joy Division,
Roxy Music,
Crooked Eye,
Stiv Bators,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alphaville,
The Monks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
David Axelrod,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Swans,
Bronski Beat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pere Ubu,
The Dirtbombs,
U.S. Maple,
Model 500,
Rekid,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dead Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sex Pistols,
Ultra Naté,
Eve St. Jones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.