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 Taipei.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the jazz 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
the Swans,
The American Breed,
John Holt,
Infiniti,
Organ,
The Human League,
The Buckinghams,
the Human League,
Sight & Sound,
Accadde A,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Pretty Things,
The Monochrome Set,
Joe Smooth,
Donny Hathaway,
Tommy Roe,
Severed Heads,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Byron Stingily,
Piero Umiliani,
Dennis Brown,
Harpers Bizarre,
James White and The Blacks,
Barbara Tucker,
Tubeway Army,
Hashim,
Sällskapet,
Bronski Beat,
Tres Demented,
Von Mondo,
The Stooges,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hasil Adkins,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Misunderstood,
Jimmy McGriff,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eli Mardock,
Niagra,
Qualms,
the Germs,
Easy Going,
Hot Snakes,
Cal Tjader,
John Cale,
Leonard Cohen,
Skarface,
Sonic Youth,
The Busters,
New Age Steppers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nick Fraelich,
Gregory Isaacs,
Intrusion,
The Move,
The Names,
Suicide,
The Young Rascals,
Kenny Larkin,
Fear,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.