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 Malawi and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Laurel Aitken to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Vladislav Delay,
Half Japanese,
Lebanon Hanover,
Susan Cadogan,
Stiv Bators,
Tomorrow,
Dark Day,
Funkadelic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Glambeats Corp.,
Motorama,
Nick Fraelich,
Yellowson,
The Residents,
Supertramp,
Sun Ra,
The Martian,
The Leaves,
John Foxx,
Severed Heads,
The Real Kids,
Eric Copeland,
Jacob Miller,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mars,
Dennis Brown,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Swans,
ABBA,
cv313,
New Order,
Liliput,
Brand Nubian,
the Fania All-Stars,
EPMD,
The Pretty Things,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sun City Girls,
Television,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Divine Comedy,
Procol Harum,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fatback Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Sister Nancy,
Deakin,
T.S.O.L.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lalann,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Judy Mowatt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gladiators,
Negative Approach,
Urselle,
Youth Brigade,
PIL,
Donny Hathaway,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Q65,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.