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 Guyana and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 Modern Lovers to the techno 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Godley & Creme,
Roy Ayers,
Leonard Cohen,
The Offenders,
Aswad,
The Fuzztones,
Scan 7,
Sun City Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alice Coltrane,
The Names,
Unrelated Segments,
The Litter,
The Gun Club,
Parry Music,
Essential Logic,
Faust,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grey Daturas,
Hardrive,
Kerri Chandler,
Magazine,
Lightning Bolt,
The Durutti Column,
The Slackers,
Alton Ellis,
Eli Mardock,
Tommy Roe,
Wally Richardson,
Bill Wells,
Outsiders,
Dead Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Associates,
Sight & Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Duran Duran,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ronnie Foster,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Electric Prunes,
The Blues Magoos,
Andrew Hill,
Girls At Our Best!,
Skaos,
UT,
Crooked Eye,
Kayak,
Bob Dylan,
Quantec,
Minny Pops,
Section 25,
The Human League,
Idris Muhammad,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
OOIOO,
Organ,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.