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 Austria and from Delhi.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 LL Cool J to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Gabor Szabo,
Letta Mbulu,
Rotary Connection,
Sällskapet,
Anthony Braxton,
the Swans,
Porter Ricks,
Fear,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ice-T,
Fad Gadget,
Spandau Ballet,
Electric Prunes,
The Moleskins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eve St. Jones,
Marine Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Boz Scaggs,
Grey Daturas,
Danielle Patucci,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crime,
Young Marble Giants,
Frankie Knuckles,
E-Dancer,
The Count Five,
The Monks,
New York Dolls,
Eli Mardock,
Section 25,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sarah Menescal,
Aaron Thompson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soft Cell,
Tommy Roe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brand Nubian,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rod Modell,
Popol Vuh,
Cheater Slicks,
Alphaville,
The Young Rascals,
the Normal,
Sister Nancy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fortunes,
X-Ray Spex,
Soft Machine,
Can,
Bobby Sherman,
Desert Stars,
David Bowie,
Juan Atkins,
DNA,
Cluster,
Make Up,
Josef K,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.