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 Bhutan and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lower 48 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alphaville,
Thee Headcoats,
Roxy Music,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Trojans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Move,
June Days,
Eve St. Jones,
Young Marble Giants,
Skriet,
Funkadelic,
the Bar-Kays,
The Blackbyrds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kaleidoscope,
X-101,
Radiohead,
Camouflage,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Magazine,
The American Breed,
Aloha Tigers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Heaven 17,
Basic Channel,
Bang On A Can,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Dirtbombs,
Loose Ends,
The Count Five,
Matthew Bourne,
The Zeros,
Japan,
The Searchers,
The Seeds,
Ludus,
The Star Department,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Slave,
The Music Machine,
Chris Corsano,
Don Cherry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Davy DMX,
Rapeman,
The Moody Blues,
Television Personalities,
Surgeon,
Wings,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grauzone,
The Red Krayola,
Bauhaus,
The United States of America,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.