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 Norway and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 The Techniques to the disco 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 Swans,
Don Cherry,
B.T. Express,
Sun City Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
The Stooges,
Bobby Byrd,
The Walker Brothers,
T.S.O.L.,
F. McDonald,
Dave Gahan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lalann,
Eli Mardock,
The Seeds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Index,
The Smiths,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Modern Lovers,
Visage,
One Last Wish,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Durutti Column,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kool Moe Dee,
The United States of America,
Los Fastidios,
Pole,
Dawn Penn,
Nick Fraelich,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gap Band,
Japan,
Brass Construction,
Gil Scott Heron,
Faust,
Soulsonic Force,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sex Pistols,
Toni Rubio,
Arthur Verocai,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Arab on Radar,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soft Cell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Zapp,
Loose Ends,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Flag,
Pierre Henry,
Amon Düül,
The J.B.'s,
Urselle,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.