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 Italy and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 Suicide to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Human League,
Eric Dolphy,
Todd Terry,
Donald Byrd,
Icehouse,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dave Gahan,
Slave,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Whodini,
Simply Red,
the Normal,
Dead Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Buckinghams,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Adolescents,
The Seeds,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Moleskins,
The Kinks,
Bob Dylan,
Siglo XX,
Basic Channel,
the Association,
New Age Steppers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fad Gadget,
The J.B.'s,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rod Modell,
Jeff Lynne,
Arcadia,
New Order,
La Düsseldorf,
Aloha Tigers,
Pierre Henry,
Jerry's Kids,
Sister Nancy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Modern Lovers,
the Slits,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grauzone,
Thee Headcoats,
Roxette,
B.T. Express,
U.S. Maple,
AZ,
June of 44,
Pantytec,
Funky Four + One,
Oneida,
Country Teasers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.