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 Chile and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 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 Fatback Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
UT,
Lebanon Hanover,
Thompson Twins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Radiohead,
The Busters,
The Motions,
Kerri Chandler,
Tres Demented,
Bang On A Can,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dead Boys,
The Cure,
The Shadows of Knight,
B.T. Express,
Curtis Mayfield,
Loose Ends,
Sonic Youth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Funkadelic,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Standells,
Little Man,
Zero Boys,
Albert Ayler,
Wasted Youth,
Joyce Sims,
Man Parrish,
Spoonie Gee,
Peter and Kerry,
Susan Cadogan,
The Slits,
Negative Approach,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Procol Harum,
June Days,
Livin' Joy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Pus,
Eli Mardock,
Tears for Fears,
Wolf Eyes,
Peter & Gordon,
The New Christs,
The Sound,
Pussy Galore,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Newcleus,
Q65,
John Lydon,
Unrelated Segments,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mandrill,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Cale,
Quando Quango,
Fatback Band,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.