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 Antigua and from Glasgow.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lalo Schifrin to the rock 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Duran Duran,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Swans,
Sam Rivers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Arcadia,
Parry Music,
Erasure,
Crime,
Bobby Sherman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Masters at Work,
Boogie Down Productions,
Agitation Free,
The Monochrome Set,
Tom Boy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lightning Bolt,
The Last Poets,
Fugazi,
Susan Cadogan,
Drexciya,
Jeff Lynne,
Howard Jones,
Robert Hood,
Joyce Sims,
10cc,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fire Engines,
New York Dolls,
Morten Harket,
Harmonia,
Absolute Body Control,
Loose Ends,
The Young Rascals,
the Swans,
The Martian,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marcia Griffiths,
Patti Smith,
The Victims,
Sun Ra,
Fad Gadget,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bootsy Collins,
the Bar-Kays,
The Mojo Men,
The Birthday Party,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
X-101,
the Normal,
Danielle Patucci,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
X-102,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Flag,
The Electric Prunes,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.