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 Russia and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Scratch Acid to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Magazine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Litter,
Roger Hodgson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Supertramp,
Black Pus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
L. Decosne,
The Names,
Motorama,
Accadde A,
The Pop Group,
Johnny Clarke,
Massinfluence,
Stiv Bators,
The Doors,
The Electric Prunes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joey Negro,
Marc Almond,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Laurel Aitken,
Shoche,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Archie Shepp,
Ronan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sonic Youth,
Howard Jones,
Audionom,
Bobby Byrd,
Ronnie Foster,
Boz Scaggs,
Section 25,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marcia Griffiths,
Loose Ends,
Los Fastidios,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fuzztones,
Dual Sessions,
Rod Modell,
Monks,
the Slits,
Country Teasers,
Spoonie Gee,
Steve Hackett,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alphaville,
Deepchord,
Graham Central Station,
Japan,
Q and Not U,
The Gap Band,
Moby Grape,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Martian,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.