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 Paraguay and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Glambeats Corp. to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
The Walker Brothers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Glenn Branca,
Symarip,
The Motions,
Donald Byrd,
Iggy Pop,
The United States of America,
The Leaves,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Donny Hathaway,
Ronnie Foster,
The Slits,
LL Cool J,
Ronan,
Althea and Donna,
Idris Muhammad,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Byron Stingily,
The Selecter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Clear Light,
X-102,
Adolescents,
Crime,
Icehouse,
The Monks,
Roxy Music,
Bluetip,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Doors,
Sällskapet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Sonics,
The Searchers,
Faust,
Motorama,
Liliput,
The Mojo Men,
The Invisible,
Dennis Brown,
Zapp,
The Cowsills,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Harry Pussy,
Scan 7,
Matthew Bourne,
the Sonics,
Johnny Clarke,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Index,
MDC,
Ultra Naté,
Patti Smith,
ABBA,
kango's stein massive,
Nirvana,
T. Rex,
Harpers Bizarre,
Heaven 17,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.