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 Brazil and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Donald Fagen 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 Aural Exciters 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
John Lydon,
Neu!,
Eddi Front,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Music Machine,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cluster,
The Cramps,
Barrington Levy,
Camberwell Now,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Morten Harket,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cowsills,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Maleditus Sound,
Wally Richardson,
Wolf Eyes,
In Retrospect,
The Martian,
Interpol,
June of 44,
Fela Kuti,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Mummies,
Joe Smooth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Archie Shepp,
Intrusion,
ABBA,
Parry Music,
PIL,
The Toasters,
Warsaw,
Nils Olav,
Pharoah Sanders,
Livin' Joy,
Duran Duran,
Brass Construction,
Eli Mardock,
KRS-One,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wings,
Maurizio,
The Skatalites,
Youth Brigade,
Boredoms,
The Cure,
Lower 48,
Letta Mbulu,
Pulsallama,
Janne Schatter,
Cameo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tubeway Army,
Outsiders,
H. Thieme,
Ten City,
The Count Five,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.