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 Guyana and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 The Dave Clark Five to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
The Velvet Underground,
Johnny Osbourne,
Visage,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rosa Yemen,
Rufus Thomas,
Scott Walker,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Malaria!,
Bizarre Inc.,
Khruangbin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aaron Thompson,
John Coltrane,
X-102,
AZ,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marc Almond,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Oneida,
The Mojo Men,
The Barracudas,
Hot Snakes,
In Retrospect,
Aural Exciters,
The Black Dice,
Colin Newman,
Tomorrow,
Soft Cell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Y Pants,
FM Einheit,
Connie Case,
Grauzone,
Marmalade,
Lyres,
Shuggie Otis,
Pierre Henry,
Swell Maps,
Average White Band,
Altered Images,
John Foxx,
Heaven 17,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang Gang Dance,
Darondo,
Shoche,
Aswad,
The Grass Roots,
Big Daddy Kane,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gap Band,
The Fall,
Minny Pops,
Camberwell Now,
Rakim,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Reed,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Prince Buster,
Scientists,
Gichy Dan,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.