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 Azerbaijan and from New York.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Flipper to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
The Seeds,
Guru Guru,
The Count Five,
the Germs,
T. Rex,
KRS-One,
Steve Hackett,
Television Personalities,
Visage,
Todd Terry,
Marshall Jefferson,
The J.B.'s,
Amon Düül II,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Isaac Hayes,
Lower 48,
Electric Prunes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gories,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barrington Levy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Country Teasers,
David Bowie,
The Victims,
Absolute Body Control,
Duran Duran,
Donny Hathaway,
ABC,
Camouflage,
Sixth Finger,
Hoover,
Brass Construction,
Faust,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
China Crisis,
Zapp,
Fugazi,
Toni Rubio,
Don Cherry,
Eurythmics,
Pulsallama,
Andrew Hill,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sight & Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
AZ,
Wally Richardson,
Sällskapet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sonic Youth,
cv313,
Massinfluence,
Anthony Braxton,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Althea and Donna,
Byron Stingily,
The Blackbyrds,
Aswad,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.