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 Macedonia and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Black Bananas to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Nation of Ulysses,
Japan,
Sonic Youth,
The Tremeloes,
Essential Logic,
Half Japanese,
The Moody Blues,
Little Man,
B.T. Express,
June Days,
Boredoms,
Dead Boys,
Average White Band,
Metal Thangz,
The Velvet Underground,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Das Ding,
Roy Ayers,
The American Breed,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Blake Baxter,
Wolf Eyes,
Camberwell Now,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jeff Mills,
Nils Olav,
The Misunderstood,
Sarah Menescal,
Shoche,
Nirvana,
Soft Cell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mandrill,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harmonia,
Organ,
AZ,
kango's stein massive,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sällskapet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Music Machine,
Porter Ricks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cymande,
Lungfish,
Youth Brigade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Young Marble Giants,
Brand Nubian,
Joey Negro,
Gastr Del Sol,
Steve Hackett,
Robert Wyatt,
Skaos,
Eric Dolphy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Sherman,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.