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 Spain and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Junior Murvin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Quadrant,
The Saints,
Fad Gadget,
Sound Behaviour,
Brass Construction,
The Buckinghams,
Sugar Minott,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David Bowie,
48th St. Collective,
The Neon Judgement,
Saccharine Trust,
Patti Smith,
In Retrospect,
Trumans Water,
Amon Düül,
DJ Sneak,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
B.T. Express,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Charles Mingus,
The Velvet Underground,
Half Japanese,
Babytalk,
Pantaleimon,
Hasil Adkins,
Fluxion,
Siglo XX,
Aloha Tigers,
Ponytail,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
MC5,
Junior Murvin,
CMW,
Darondo,
The Electric Prunes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Angels of Light,
Bill Near,
Khruangbin,
Morten Harket,
Kas Product,
Altered Images,
The Fuzztones,
The Misunderstood,
Bang On A Can,
Alton Ellis,
Iggy Pop,
Mars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Qualms,
Duran Duran,
The Blues Magoos,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Toasters,
Ohio Players,
The Zeros,
Fugazi,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.