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 Malta and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Lou Reed 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 Qualms to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
David Axelrod,
Ludus,
Model 500,
Agitation Free,
The Cure,
Bauhaus,
Warsaw,
Wolf Eyes,
Sugar Minott,
Khruangbin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Saccharine Trust,
Idris Muhammad,
Joyce Sims,
Stiv Bators,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nico,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gap Band,
Chrome,
Roxy Music,
John Foxx,
Todd Rundgren,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Arcadia,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Country Teasers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stetsasonic,
The Real Kids,
Rekid,
Lou Reed,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang Green,
Eric Dolphy,
Robert Görl,
Joey Negro,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Underground Resistance,
UT,
The Pretty Things,
DJ Style,
Stockholm Monsters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marmalade,
Marvin Gaye,
Sun City Girls,
New Age Steppers,
AZ,
Fad Gadget,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lindisfarne,
Organ,
The Evens,
Gastr Del Sol,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.