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 Iceland and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Roxette to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Tim Buckley,
Archie Shepp,
Robert Wyatt,
Eli Mardock,
Chris & Cosey,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Pus,
Malaria!,
Motorama,
John Lydon,
the Swans,
Pylon,
The Blues Magoos,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Moleskins,
Lucky Dragons,
Althea and Donna,
La Düsseldorf,
The Tremeloes,
Ponytail,
World's Most,
The Buckinghams,
The Durutti Column,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Zeros,
The Cramps,
Rites of Spring,
Desert Stars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brothers Johnson,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Martian,
Janne Schatter,
The J.B.'s,
Bronski Beat,
H. Thieme,
Barclay James Harvest,
Monks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Offenders,
Harmonia,
Big Daddy Kane,
MC5,
Wings,
The Selecter,
The Golliwogs,
Outsiders,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Easy Going,
Aloha Tigers,
The Music Machine,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Organ,
Electric Prunes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Surgeon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yaz,
Bobby Sherman,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.