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 Korea South and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the jazz 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen 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 techno 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound 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?
Eli Mardock,
the Association,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nils Olav,
OOIOO,
ABBA,
Man Parrish,
Negative Approach,
Judy Mowatt,
New Order,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Qualms,
The Fortunes,
New York Dolls,
Visage,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Reagan Youth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Organ,
New Age Steppers,
Au Pairs,
Bad Manners,
Vainqueur,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rekid,
Juan Atkins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Clear Light,
48th St. Collective,
Intrusion,
Terry Callier,
Wally Richardson,
Fluxion,
Masters at Work,
Half Japanese,
The Litter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minny Pops,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Sherman,
Faust,
Monolake,
John Foxx,
Young Marble Giants,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yaz,
The Gap Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Procol Harum,
Steve Hackett,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scion,
DJ Style,
Sällskapet,
Bush Tetras,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wire,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stetsasonic,
Ponytail,
Moebius,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.