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 Haiti and from Copenhagen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 Fugs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Absolute Body Control,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soft Cell,
Barrington Levy,
Bluetip,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Desert Stars,
Pantaleimon,
Archie Shepp,
Jacques Brel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
48th St. Collective,
The Index,
Massinfluence,
Cybotron,
Gang of Four,
Y Pants,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brick,
These Immortal Souls,
Con Funk Shun,
Can,
Visage,
Roger Hodgson,
Alice Coltrane,
Newcleus,
the Normal,
Amon Düül,
Silicon Teens,
Blake Baxter,
The Star Department,
Deakin,
Patti Smith,
The Standells,
Todd Rundgren,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Banda Bassotti,
Monks,
Scan 7,
Kas Product,
Lucky Dragons,
Mr. Review,
Fluxion,
China Crisis,
X-Ray Spex,
Letta Mbulu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Royal Trux,
The Toasters,
Metal Thangz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hashim,
Tres Demented,
ABBA,
Joyce Sims,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marvin Gaye,
Mandrill,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.