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 Toronto.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 Harry Pussy 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gregory Isaacs,
Livin' Joy,
Iggy Pop,
Traffic Nightmare,
Isaac Hayes,
Slick Rick,
The Moleskins,
The Techniques,
Kevin Saunderson,
Shoche,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Oneida,
Roxy Music,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Chrome,
Half Japanese,
Gang Gang Dance,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alton Ellis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Liliput,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Christie,
Tropical Tobacco,
Faust,
Freddie Wadling,
New Age Steppers,
The Blues Magoos,
Stereo Dub,
Ten City,
Donald Byrd,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ken Boothe,
The Cure,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gabor Szabo,
Little Man,
Icehouse,
The Modern Lovers,
Toni Rubio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Maleditus Sound,
DJ Sneak,
Cameo,
Das Ding,
Kenny Larkin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joyce Sims,
Scion,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wolf Eyes,
The Pretty Things,
Peter and Kerry,
The Raincoats,
Newcleus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Graham Central Station,
Procol Harum,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.