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 Equatorial Guinea and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Barclay James Harvest to the dance 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Brass Construction,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Index,
Todd Rundgren,
Moebius,
World's Most,
The Happenings,
Joy Division,
F. McDonald,
Harry Pussy,
H. Thieme,
Fela Kuti,
Television Personalities,
June Days,
Pere Ubu,
The Litter,
Chrome,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
UT,
Audionom,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
kango's stein massive,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gap Band,
Neu!,
Matthew Bourne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
This Heat,
DNA,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Archie Shepp,
Fear,
Carl Craig,
The Modern Lovers,
Section 25,
Pantaleimon,
Arcadia,
T. Rex,
Morten Harket,
Excepter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soft Cell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bill Near,
Howard Jones,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Womack,
David McCallum,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dead Boys,
Ponytail,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fugazi,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mission of Burma,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.