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 Andorra and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
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 Captain Beefheart 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 Cameo to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Sixth Finger,
John Cale,
Jesper Dahlback,
New York Dolls,
Gichy Dan,
Underground Resistance,
Khruangbin,
Jeff Lynne,
Urselle,
Bob Dylan,
Boz Scaggs,
Reagan Youth,
Public Enemy,
Circle Jerks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Von Mondo,
Arab on Radar,
The Blues Magoos,
Rapeman,
U.S. Maple,
Brand Nubian,
Newcleus,
Joensuu 1685,
Soul II Soul,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Maurizio,
Cybotron,
Technova,
Morten Harket,
Cal Tjader,
Kayak,
Althea and Donna,
The Golliwogs,
Cymande,
Jacques Brel,
CMW,
La Düsseldorf,
Groovy Waters,
Byron Stingily,
The Fuzztones,
Warsaw,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Mummies,
AZ,
Marvin Gaye,
Vladislav Delay,
The Last Poets,
Easy Going,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Move,
Massinfluence,
Robert Görl,
Matthew Bourne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Todd Rundgren,
Radiopuhelimet,
Janne Schatter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Zapp,
KRS-One,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.