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 Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin 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 Organ to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Drexciya,
Deadbeat,
The Offenders,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Sherman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Model 500,
Gabor Szabo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
New Order,
The Human League,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deakin,
Jandek,
The Searchers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Shoche,
Graham Central Station,
Morten Harket,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Wake,
CMW,
Stereo Dub,
Marshall Jefferson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Talk Talk,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Flesh Eaters,
X-Ray Spex,
Sun City Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Excepter,
Sonic Youth,
The Slits,
Silicon Teens,
The Modern Lovers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scrapy,
The Raincoats,
Pylon,
Livin' Joy,
Echospace,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lalann,
Tropical Tobacco,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Spandau Ballet,
the Human League,
Sexual Harrassment,
Procol Harum,
Joe Smooth,
The Happenings,
Howard Jones,
Nas,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Knickerbockers,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.