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 Latvia and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Soft Cell to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Barry Ungar,
Wolf Eyes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gong,
The Last Poets,
Boredoms,
The Residents,
Royal Trux,
Peter & Gordon,
Flipper,
Leonard Cohen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Radiohead,
The Moleskins,
Icehouse,
Jacob Miller,
David McCallum,
Rosa Yemen,
the Normal,
Slick Rick,
The Slackers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Charles Mingus,
La Düsseldorf,
Jerry's Kids,
Little Man,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grey Daturas,
OOIOO,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Monks,
Neu!,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ornette Coleman,
Man Parrish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Pus,
PIL,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joe Smooth,
Loose Ends,
Aural Exciters,
Jimmy McGriff,
The New Christs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kayak,
Ultravox,
Minutemen,
Sonny Sharrock,
Althea and Donna,
Thee Headcoats,
Harpers Bizarre,
Junior Murvin,
Negative Approach,
Newcleus,
Donny Hathaway,
Tomorrow,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.