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 Bolivia 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the punk 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Tears for Fears,
Index,
Toni Rubio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Patti Smith,
Pylon,
Tommy Roe,
The J.B.'s,
Stereo Dub,
Absolute Body Control,
B.T. Express,
Davy DMX,
The Divine Comedy,
Mark Hollis,
Tim Buckley,
Camouflage,
Silicon Teens,
Alison Limerick,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash,
Porter Ricks,
The Index,
The Leaves,
Todd Rundgren,
Darondo,
Roger Hodgson,
Soul II Soul,
The Offenders,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brass Construction,
Black Sheep,
Wolf Eyes,
the Association,
Moby Grape,
Youth Brigade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
JFA,
Anthony Braxton,
Section 25,
Technova,
Lakeside,
Mars,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Sonics,
Dual Sessions,
The Busters,
The Evens,
Piero Umiliani,
Bad Manners,
Connie Case,
Scientists,
Matthew Halsall,
Rakim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rod Modell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Don Cherry,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.