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 United Kingdom and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Donald Fagen 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 Kerrie Biddell to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Gichy Dan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pere Ubu,
Cecil Taylor,
Lebanon Hanover,
Duran Duran,
The Names,
The Invisible,
The Move,
Bill Near,
Marc Almond,
Saccharine Trust,
cv313,
Ornette Coleman,
Bush Tetras,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flipper,
Peter and Kerry,
Country Teasers,
Soul II Soul,
The Doors,
Rotary Connection,
Livin' Joy,
Inner City,
D'Angelo,
R.M.O.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Modern Lovers,
the Slits,
Negative Approach,
The Fall,
Bad Manners,
kango's stein massive,
Rufus Thomas,
Magazine,
Yaz,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Agitation Free,
John Foxx,
Al Stewart,
Sun City Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Howard Jones,
Fat Boys,
Camouflage,
London Community Gospel Choir,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marmalade,
Rites of Spring,
This Heat,
Marcia Griffiths,
Trumans Water,
L. Decosne,
Bootsy Collins,
Isaac Hayes,
Jawbox,
Television,
Soul Sonic Force,
World's Most,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.