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 Albania and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 H. Thieme to the grime 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
David McCallum,
Al Stewart,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Harry Pussy,
Amon Düül II,
Freddie Wadling,
Scott Walker,
Thee Headcoats,
Kas Product,
the Fania All-Stars,
Colin Newman,
Rufus Thomas,
The Wake,
Second Layer,
Don Cherry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Los Fastidios,
Minor Threat,
Cecil Taylor,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Moleskins,
Jacques Brel,
Max Romeo,
Grauzone,
David Axelrod,
The Associates,
Agent Orange,
Scientists,
Steve Hackett,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Silicon Teens,
Gong,
Yazoo,
Schoolly D,
The Moody Blues,
Oblivians,
Gerry Rafferty,
Reuben Wilson,
Amazonics,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tom Boy,
Janne Schatter,
Camouflage,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Reed,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Swans,
Skarface,
Ponytail,
Sam Rivers,
Groovy Waters,
Marvin Gaye,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tubeway Army,
The American Breed,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.