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 Ukraine and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Massinfluence to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
48th St. Collective,
Isaac Hayes,
Interpol,
Althea and Donna,
Au Pairs,
David Bowie,
Fear,
B.T. Express,
Chrome,
Nirvana,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Erykah Badu,
Joy Division,
Bill Near,
Erasure,
La Düsseldorf,
Liliput,
The Motions,
Royal Trux,
Rod Modell,
Franke,
Infiniti,
The Wake,
Wasted Youth,
cv313,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scan 7,
E-Dancer,
The Fugs,
Joe Finger,
Supertramp,
Nik Kershaw,
Maleditus Sound,
Organ,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Monks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Pus,
Prince Buster,
Traffic Nightmare,
Section 25,
The New Christs,
Lucky Dragons,
Masters at Work,
Urselle,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tubeway Army,
Warsaw,
Agitation Free,
Derrick May,
The Vogues,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wolf Eyes,
Kayak,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cure,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scott Walker,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.