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 Pakistan and from Manchester.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Joe Smooth to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Brothers Johnson,
Howard Jones,
Sound Behaviour,
Qualms,
The Modern Lovers,
Yazoo,
Kayak,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Grass Roots,
Groovy Waters,
Basic Channel,
Todd Terry,
The Index,
Hardrive,
Model 500,
Fear,
Au Pairs,
Television,
Lou Christie,
Jawbox,
Tommy Roe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Erykah Badu,
Marmalade,
Soft Machine,
PIL,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ponytail,
Nico,
Alton Ellis,
Pulsallama,
Todd Rundgren,
Byron Stingily,
The Evens,
Loose Ends,
cv313,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tropical Tobacco,
OOIOO,
Rapeman,
The Blackbyrds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ossler,
Pierre Henry,
The Seeds,
Henry Cow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ten City,
Nils Olav,
Mars,
Donald Byrd,
Skriet,
D'Angelo,
Bob Dylan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Quando Quango,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.