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 Ghana and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Talk Talk to the rock 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Rotary Connection,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bizarre Inc.,
Susan Cadogan,
Marc Almond,
Joey Negro,
Minutemen,
Roxy Music,
Massinfluence,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Guru Guru,
Thee Headcoats,
Alphaville,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Moon,
Zapp,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Harry Pussy,
the Human League,
Schoolly D,
The Searchers,
The Divine Comedy,
Deepchord,
Chris & Cosey,
Stockholm Monsters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rufus Thomas,
D'Angelo,
Cal Tjader,
Eddi Front,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sound,
Al Stewart,
Urselle,
Franke,
Leonard Cohen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Pretty Things,
Tim Buckley,
Minny Pops,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Pus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rites of Spring,
Bush Tetras,
Lyres,
R.M.O.,
Mars,
Hasil Adkins,
Brothers Johnson,
The Walker Brothers,
the Bar-Kays,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kaleidoscope,
Ten City,
Qualms,
Babytalk,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.