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 Suriname and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Peter and Kerry to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Minny Pops,
Cal Tjader,
the Swans,
The Shadows of Knight,
T. Rex,
Rekid,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Residents,
Don Cherry,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Siglo XX,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ten City,
Jacob Miller,
Bang On A Can,
Josef K,
Bob Dylan,
Hashim,
Can,
Duran Duran,
Eurythmics,
Matthew Bourne,
Aaron Thompson,
Sarah Menescal,
8 Eyed Spy,
Harry Pussy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Chris & Cosey,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nas,
James White and The Blacks,
Rotary Connection,
a-ha,
The Neon Judgement,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultra Naté,
The Smiths,
Essential Logic,
Youth Brigade,
The Monochrome Set,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Dead C,
Fluxion,
The Offenders,
E-Dancer,
Sun City Girls,
Quadrant,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radiohead,
Soulsonic Force,
Basic Channel,
Rakim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.