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 Monaco and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Icehouse to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Alton Ellis,
Con Funk Shun,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Siglo XX,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gichy Dan,
Rotary Connection,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Groovy Waters,
Cecil Taylor,
the Slits,
Gang Green,
Clear Light,
Dave Gahan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Drexciya,
Ohio Players,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gap Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scratch Acid,
The Remains,
Radio Birdman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marvin Gaye,
Scrapy,
The Sonics,
Circle Jerks,
Dennis Brown,
Sparks,
Joe Smooth,
Stiv Bators,
Gang Starr,
The Cramps,
Lou Reed,
Mo-Dettes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sight & Sound,
Echospace,
Model 500,
Masters at Work,
Sound Behaviour,
Bill Wells,
Pere Ubu,
Young Marble Giants,
The Techniques,
the Soft Cell,
Chris & Cosey,
Can,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fall,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gories,
The Associates,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Magma,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.