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 Czech Republic and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Searchers to the funk 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet 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 harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cramps,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rakim,
Kurtis Blow,
Bronski Beat,
Faraquet,
Amon Düül,
Heaven 17,
Robert Görl,
Ultravox,
Stetsasonic,
T. Rex,
Section 25,
Freddie Wadling,
Flipper,
L. Decosne,
Aloha Tigers,
Intrusion,
The Slits,
The Gap Band,
K-Klass,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Foxx,
Easy Going,
Tres Demented,
The Seeds,
The Fugs,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Slackers,
Hashim,
Laurel Aitken,
Mr. Review,
Sun City Girls,
Dark Day,
Brick,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
a-ha,
Drexciya,
The Motions,
Excepter,
Unrelated Segments,
Nik Kershaw,
Delon & Dalcan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bush Tetras,
The Divine Comedy,
Duran Duran,
Cecil Taylor,
Hardrive,
Blancmange,
Al Stewart,
Glenn Branca,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mars,
Accadde A,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marvin Gaye,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.