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 Tonga and from New York.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Metal Thangz to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe 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 synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Von Mondo,
The Dirtbombs,
Peter & Gordon,
Yusef Lateef,
R.M.O.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tommy Roe,
10cc,
Ken Boothe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
EPMD,
Echospace,
Groovy Waters,
Joy Division,
Oblivians,
Danielle Patucci,
Sällskapet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Depeche Mode,
The Techniques,
X-101,
the Slits,
Fat Boys,
Stereo Dub,
CMW,
Neu!,
Ludus,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fuzztones,
Sun City Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Stooges,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Susan Cadogan,
The Victims,
The Grass Roots,
Eddi Front,
Scrapy,
Smog,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Erasure,
The Move,
Scion,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brick,
Con Funk Shun,
Alphaville,
Procol Harum,
cv313,
Neil Young,
Terry Callier,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Moebius,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mary Jane Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Maleditus Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.