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 Tuvalu and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the grunge 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Blake Baxter,
Marc Almond,
Lou Christie,
Crooked Eye,
Subhumans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Heaven 17,
Organ,
Camberwell Now,
D'Angelo,
Danielle Patucci,
The Last Poets,
Charles Mingus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Intrusion,
Tommy Roe,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hoover,
the Bar-Kays,
Eden Ahbez,
Kenny Larkin,
Massinfluence,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ohio Players,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Can,
Sällskapet,
Supertramp,
FM Einheit,
Fatback Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
La Düsseldorf,
Quantec,
LL Cool J,
Minnie Riperton,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Vogues,
Panda Bear,
The Real Kids,
Nirvana,
Lungfish,
Davy DMX,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tears for Fears,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Electric Prunes,
Basic Channel,
Cymande,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Neon Judgement,
Sister Nancy,
John Coltrane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stetsasonic,
Maurizio,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultravox,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.