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 Moldova and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Electric Prunes to the punk 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Thompson Twins,
Excepter,
Yusef Lateef,
Sugar Minott,
B.T. Express,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Red Krayola,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jawbox,
Monks,
Marc Almond,
Swans,
Scientists,
UT,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DJ Sneak,
Godley & Creme,
Marshall Jefferson,
F. McDonald,
Brick,
New York Dolls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crash Course in Science,
Soul II Soul,
Easy Going,
The Count Five,
The J.B.'s,
OOIOO,
Los Fastidios,
The Beau Brummels,
Eurythmics,
Wings,
Masters at Work,
Lower 48,
Bang On A Can,
Dark Day,
Bizarre Inc.,
Malaria!,
Youth Brigade,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Skriet,
Glenn Branca,
Dawn Penn,
Swell Maps,
The Dead C,
The Knickerbockers,
Model 500,
Moby Grape,
Junior Murvin,
Electric Prunes,
Loose Ends,
Cameo,
Interpol,
Pierre Henry,
Barry Ungar,
Joe Finger,
The Buckinghams,
Rekid,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.