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 Palau and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 Matthew Bourne to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Harry Pussy,
Rapeman,
Second Layer,
Scion,
The Searchers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sun City Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
Lungfish,
Nirvana,
Masters at Work,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
David Axelrod,
Robert Wyatt,
Los Fastidios,
Pylon,
Cheater Slicks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joy Division,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nico,
Monks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dawn Penn,
Chris & Cosey,
UT,
Swell Maps,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Altered Images,
Joey Negro,
Fluxion,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Juan Atkins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bill Wells,
Mars,
Jandek,
Brothers Johnson,
Television Personalities,
The J.B.'s,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Normal,
Marc Almond,
Outsiders,
Hardrive,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Althea and Donna,
Unwound,
Jeff Mills,
Cabaret Voltaire,
X-Ray Spex,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fugs,
Sam Rivers,
Mo-Dettes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Mojo Men,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.