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 Venezuela and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar 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 Pharoah Sanders to the electroclash 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Bad Manners,
The Monochrome Set,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cosmic Jokers,
a-ha,
The Moody Blues,
Gerry Rafferty,
Clear Light,
Fluxion,
Soft Cell,
The Trojans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Little Man,
The Mojo Men,
Harry Pussy,
Wings,
Bill Wells,
Ronan,
Hoover,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barrington Levy,
Man Parrish,
AZ,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sight & Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
Tears for Fears,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Underground Resistance,
Magazine,
LL Cool J,
Marine Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
Janne Schatter,
New York Dolls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kurtis Blow,
Minor Threat,
KRS-One,
Kevin Saunderson,
Surgeon,
Ultravox,
Brick,
The Barracudas,
Wire,
Television,
The Zeros,
Gang of Four,
Japan,
Television Personalities,
New Age Steppers,
The Pretty Things,
Symarip,
Duran Duran,
Minny Pops,
kango's stein massive,
The Sound,
Idris Muhammad,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cowsills,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.