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 Slovakia and from Bologna.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ice-T to the rock 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Tubeway Army,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yazoo,
The Remains,
Dennis Brown,
T. Rex,
Hot Snakes,
The Pretty Things,
Grey Daturas,
China Crisis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Icehouse,
The Index,
Sällskapet,
Susan Cadogan,
David Bowie,
Saccharine Trust,
The Offenders,
the Sonics,
Pylon,
The Gun Club,
James White and The Blacks,
Kenny Larkin,
Guru Guru,
Sister Nancy,
Eli Mardock,
Rufus Thomas,
Brothers Johnson,
Dawn Penn,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Loose Ends,
The Saints,
Desert Stars,
The United States of America,
The Knickerbockers,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Sherman,
La Düsseldorf,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Little Man,
Kayak,
Youth Brigade,
Minutemen,
Suburban Knight,
A Certain Ratio,
In Retrospect,
X-Ray Spex,
Vladislav Delay,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Blancmange,
The Black Dice,
Jesper Dahlback,
EPMD,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Althea and Donna,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultra Naté,
Mantronix,
T.S.O.L.,
The New Christs,
Bluetip,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.