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 Indonesia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The J.B.'s to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Marine Girls,
Country Teasers,
Lyres,
Bad Manners,
Mad Mike,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Modern Lovers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Public Enemy,
Alice Coltrane,
Severed Heads,
X-Ray Spex,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
This Heat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stiv Bators,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nirvana,
Deakin,
Marc Almond,
The Associates,
Steve Hackett,
Marmalade,
10cc,
Gang of Four,
Terry Callier,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Panda Bear,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Anakelly,
Boredoms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Michelle Simonal,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brand Nubian,
Maurizio,
Tears for Fears,
Aloha Tigers,
New Age Steppers,
Brass Construction,
Average White Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sam Rivers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Goldenarms,
The Detroit Cobras,
Graham Central Station,
Camouflage,
John Coltrane,
Trumans Water,
Metal Thangz,
Organ,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grey Daturas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Neon Judgement,
Stetsasonic,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.