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 Togo and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 Roxy Music to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Surgeon,
Ohio Players,
Junior Murvin,
Sandy B,
Inner City,
The Remains,
Mad Mike,
David Axelrod,
Roy Ayers,
China Crisis,
Byron Stingily,
Country Joe & The Fish,
T.S.O.L.,
Das Ding,
Tomorrow,
Agitation Free,
Rhythm & Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Saints,
Saccharine Trust,
Susan Cadogan,
Don Cherry,
The Raincoats,
Ituana,
Quando Quango,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nirvana,
Soul II Soul,
Lindisfarne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lightning Bolt,
Trumans Water,
Bill Near,
The Monochrome Set,
the Human League,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roger Hodgson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Television,
Pet Shop Boys,
Flipper,
Mark Hollis,
The Birthday Party,
Eddi Front,
The Stooges,
Half Japanese,
Magazine,
Intrusion,
Bobby Sherman,
Fear,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Goldenarms,
The Misunderstood,
Minutemen,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eric Dolphy,
Warsaw,
Judy Mowatt,
Yellowson,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.