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 Kazakhstan and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator 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 B.T. Express to the punk 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Quadrant,
Bobby Womack,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Oneida,
Eric Copeland,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Slick Rick,
the Bar-Kays,
Essential Logic,
Black Pus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Seeds,
The Modern Lovers,
Nils Olav,
Todd Terry,
The Velvet Underground,
Quando Quango,
8 Eyed Spy,
Big Daddy Kane,
E-Dancer,
Minny Pops,
Byron Stingily,
Main Source,
Danielle Patucci,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
These Immortal Souls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
June of 44,
Country Teasers,
Smog,
The American Breed,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Residents,
Bootsy Collins,
Newcleus,
the Human League,
Parry Music,
Peter & Gordon,
The Tremeloes,
Massinfluence,
the Swans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brick,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Piero Umiliani,
Sam Rivers,
Sugar Minott,
Althea and Donna,
Patti Smith,
Saccharine Trust,
Scan 7,
Section 25,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neil Young,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
David McCallum,
kango's stein massive,
Fear,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.