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 Turkey and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 Television Personalities to the rap 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
The Trojans,
Danielle Patucci,
Robert Görl,
Minnie Riperton,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Human League,
Royal Trux,
Public Enemy,
Ice-T,
Grey Daturas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Glenn Branca,
Unwound,
Basic Channel,
Blake Baxter,
Thompson Twins,
The Angels of Light,
Suicide,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chris & Cosey,
Graham Central Station,
Erykah Badu,
Stereo Dub,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joe Smooth,
Circle Jerks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Laurel Aitken,
A Certain Ratio,
Josef K,
Yellowson,
Roxette,
The Smiths,
Camouflage,
Desert Stars,
Michelle Simonal,
Cameo,
Swell Maps,
Lakeside,
Marc Almond,
Brick,
Todd Terry,
Charles Mingus,
Nico,
Roy Ayers,
Erasure,
U.S. Maple,
Nils Olav,
kango's stein massive,
Nik Kershaw,
Monks,
Boz Scaggs,
Skaos,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hashim,
Porter Ricks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joe Finger,
Accadde A,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Zeros,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.