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 Mauritania and from Accra.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 H. Thieme to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gories,
The Durutti Column,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jacques Brel,
Make Up,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Misunderstood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dual Sessions,
Radiohead,
Groovy Waters,
Surgeon,
Crash Course in Science,
Supertramp,
Wire,
Television Personalities,
Gil Scott Heron,
Circle Jerks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
David Axelrod,
Eden Ahbez,
Lalo Schifrin,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Monochrome Set,
Soft Cell,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Real Kids,
JFA,
The Trojans,
Grey Daturas,
the Sonics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Don Cherry,
Heaven 17,
The Last Poets,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Qualms,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scratch Acid,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bill Near,
Peter and Kerry,
Khruangbin,
Yaz,
Technova,
The Standells,
Quadrant,
Roxy Music,
Crooked Eye,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gladiators,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Coltrane,
The Electric Prunes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Model 500,
Grauzone,
Symarip,
Porter Ricks,
Marine Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.