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 Poland and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Wolf Eyes to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grauzone,
Guru Guru,
Duran Duran,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Young Marble Giants,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hashim,
Severed Heads,
Fatback Band,
Yaz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Mojo Men,
Pierre Henry,
Hoover,
The Slackers,
Jacques Brel,
Echospace,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brothers Johnson,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Morten Harket,
Jeff Lynne,
Stiv Bators,
U.S. Maple,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sparks,
The Doobie Brothers,
World's Most,
Rosa Yemen,
Joey Negro,
Carl Craig,
Y Pants,
Lungfish,
Albert Ayler,
Freddie Wadling,
Altered Images,
Soul II Soul,
Minny Pops,
Half Japanese,
Lindisfarne,
Joyce Sims,
Joe Finger,
Marmalade,
Yusef Lateef,
Delta 5,
Godley & Creme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alphaville,
Trumans Water,
Unwound,
Pagans,
John Cale,
DJ Sneak,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nirvana,
E-Dancer,
Sonny Sharrock,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.