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 Japan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 Masters at Work to the dance 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sun Ra,
Gang Green,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Television,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scion,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camouflage,
the Soft Cell,
The Electric Prunes,
The Slackers,
Fad Gadget,
The Five Americans,
Essential Logic,
Black Sheep,
Kerrie Biddell,
Underground Resistance,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Sherman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Liliput,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dave Gahan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Thee Headcoats,
The Moleskins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Human League,
Judy Mowatt,
Reagan Youth,
Steve Hackett,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aloha Tigers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
H. Thieme,
Simply Red,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Cale,
Man Parrish,
Japan,
The Index,
The Toasters,
Amon Düül,
Black Flag,
Blake Baxter,
Pole,
A Certain Ratio,
Blancmange,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bizarre Inc.,
Youth Brigade,
Eve St. Jones,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Anakelly,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Shoche,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.