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 Mauritius 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sound to the dance 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Gang Starr,
Mad Mike,
Prince Buster,
Heaven 17,
Outsiders,
Al Stewart,
Wasted Youth,
Freddie Wadling,
Delta 5,
The Zeros,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minor Threat,
Drive Like Jehu,
PIL,
Scion,
Public Image Ltd.,
10cc,
Babytalk,
Tom Boy,
Eli Mardock,
New York Dolls,
Newcleus,
David Axelrod,
Flash Fearless,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
U.S. Maple,
Brick,
The Martian,
Bad Manners,
Thee Headcoats,
the Human League,
8 Eyed Spy,
Model 500,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Victims,
Zero Boys,
Circle Jerks,
The Mojo Men,
Q and Not U,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sister Nancy,
The Buckinghams,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pierre Henry,
KRS-One,
Con Funk Shun,
Dave Gahan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dennis Brown,
Pylon,
Quantec,
Crispy Ambulance,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yaz,
Von Mondo,
June Days,
the Swans,
Depeche Mode,
Nils Olav,
Ultimate Spinach,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.