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 Bahamas and from Lyon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin 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 Dark Day to the crunk 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Juan Atkins,
Funky Four + One,
ABBA,
Urselle,
The Alarm Clocks,
Peter and Kerry,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fugs,
Reagan Youth,
Harmonia,
Pagans,
Banda Bassotti,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nico,
Joe Smooth,
ABC,
Ken Boothe,
Hashim,
Stereo Dub,
The Fortunes,
Sound Behaviour,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Saccharine Trust,
Barry Ungar,
Little Man,
Half Japanese,
The Associates,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Saints,
Swans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
FM Einheit,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Livin' Joy,
Janne Schatter,
The Red Krayola,
The Selecter,
Charles Mingus,
Fat Boys,
Von Mondo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eurythmics,
Duran Duran,
Matthew Halsall,
Guru Guru,
Girls At Our Best!,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Todd Terry,
Max Romeo,
Massinfluence,
Barclay James Harvest,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Knickerbockers,
Bill Near,
Monolake,
La Düsseldorf,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.