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 Korea North and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Soulsonic Force to the rap 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
The Red Krayola,
Magma,
Slick Rick,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roger Hodgson,
DJ Sneak,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Smoke,
Kevin Saunderson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Colin Newman,
Janne Schatter,
Los Fastidios,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
8 Eyed Spy,
June of 44,
Sparks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ten City,
Groovy Waters,
X-102,
H. Thieme,
Negative Approach,
Angry Samoans,
Sun Ra,
Fat Boys,
The Misunderstood,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Anakelly,
John Lydon,
Graham Central Station,
Piero Umiliani,
Monks,
Subhumans,
The Toasters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Flamin' Groovies,
T.S.O.L.,
Vainqueur,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Green,
Stiv Bators,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Byrd,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Offenders,
Faust,
10cc,
Hashim,
Organ,
Whodini,
T. Rex,
Ossler,
The Fuzztones,
Echospace,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.