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 Malta and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fire Engines to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Steve Hackett,
The Monks,
Scion,
Lalo Schifrin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Cale,
Nils Olav,
EPMD,
Fatback Band,
Oneida,
Tears for Fears,
Monks,
Bauhaus,
Negative Approach,
Bush Tetras,
The Electric Prunes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brick,
Altered Images,
John Foxx,
The Young Rascals,
Alice Coltrane,
Livin' Joy,
Masters at Work,
Easy Going,
The Divine Comedy,
X-102,
The Standells,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Quantec,
Warsaw,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pierre Henry,
Erasure,
The Residents,
Johnny Clarke,
Accadde A,
Minutemen,
Delta 5,
The Misunderstood,
Magazine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eurythmics,
ABC,
Pussy Galore,
Blossom Toes,
Interpol,
The Smiths,
Soft Cell,
Dark Day,
Sex Pistols,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Bananas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joe Smooth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Josef K,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.