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 Australia and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Peter & Gordon,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Dead C,
Andrew Hill,
The Human League,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gabor Szabo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Average White Band,
Nick Fraelich,
AZ,
Prince Buster,
Lou Reed,
Fugazi,
H. Thieme,
The Motions,
Smog,
The Smoke,
Surgeon,
Isaac Hayes,
Depeche Mode,
Black Bananas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Monks,
The Toasters,
Hot Snakes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Masters at Work,
Jimmy McGriff,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultravox,
Alison Limerick,
Excepter,
Livin' Joy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bob Dylan,
Quando Quango,
Au Pairs,
Tom Boy,
Gregory Isaacs,
JFA,
Thee Headcoats,
Heaven 17,
Rakim,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
X-Ray Spex,
The Young Rascals,
Joyce Sims,
Niagra,
Pulsallama,
Fad Gadget,
The Gun Club,
Marcia Griffiths,
Blake Baxter,
The Moody Blues,
The Fall,
The Smiths,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Technova,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.