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 Cyprus and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Eddi Front to the crunk 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Gabor Szabo,
Inner City,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Oblivians,
Roger Hodgson,
The Monochrome Set,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gories,
Jeff Lynne,
Technova,
Bill Wells,
Desert Stars,
Groovy Waters,
Joe Smooth,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Litter,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cure,
Cal Tjader,
Qualms,
Pylon,
Animal Collective,
Harry Pussy,
Heaven 17,
Graham Central Station,
Fatback Band,
Howard Jones,
Simply Red,
Ituana,
Rhythm & Sound,
Underground Resistance,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Visage,
Eddi Front,
Mr. Review,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Johnny Clarke,
Ten City,
Flash Fearless,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
June of 44,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wire,
EPMD,
Joyce Sims,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Normal,
Ken Boothe,
Pulsallama,
Kerri Chandler,
Quadrant,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Alarm Clocks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soft Cell,
Nils Olav,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.