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 United Kingdom 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Young Marble Giants to the jazz 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
D'Angelo,
L. Decosne,
The Young Rascals,
Fear,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Funkadelic,
Godley & Creme,
Jacob Miller,
ABBA,
Alton Ellis,
The Divine Comedy,
Intrusion,
Essential Logic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Moleskins,
Nick Fraelich,
The Golliwogs,
Ultravox,
Loose Ends,
FM Einheit,
The Busters,
Radio Birdman,
Boz Scaggs,
The Electric Prunes,
Q and Not U,
Black Sheep,
Dark Day,
Roxy Music,
Von Mondo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Magma,
Depeche Mode,
Youth Brigade,
Al Stewart,
Deakin,
The Blues Magoos,
Davy DMX,
Black Moon,
the Germs,
Robert Hood,
the Association,
UT,
Ponytail,
Crispian St. Peters,
Talk Talk,
Pet Shop Boys,
Metal Thangz,
Aaron Thompson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Qualms,
Rufus Thomas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pagans,
Radiohead,
Livin' Joy,
The Cramps,
Ituana,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Zeros,
Derrick May,
In Retrospect,
Eddi Front,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.