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 Croatia and from London.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Depeche Mode,
Al Stewart,
Lyres,
The Count Five,
Crooked Eye,
Ludus,
Siglo XX,
The Zeros,
Deadbeat,
Amazonics,
F. McDonald,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tommy Roe,
Rotary Connection,
Unrelated Segments,
Fad Gadget,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boredoms,
Slick Rick,
Todd Rundgren,
Second Layer,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Shuggie Otis,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Victims,
The Angels of Light,
The Saints,
Hoover,
Chris Corsano,
Robert Wyatt,
Tears for Fears,
Pantytec,
Black Flag,
Magma,
Dennis Brown,
Michelle Simonal,
Sandy B,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minor Threat,
Cybotron,
Girls At Our Best!,
The J.B.'s,
The Mojo Men,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radio Birdman,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Buckinghams,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sound,
Fluxion,
Sparks,
The Five Americans,
Hot Snakes,
kango's stein massive,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.