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 Cuba and from Mexico City.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Hot Snakes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Pylon,
Derrick Morgan,
Kayak,
Rod Modell,
The Seeds,
The Modern Lovers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thompson Twins,
Amon Düül,
Zero Boys,
China Crisis,
L. Decosne,
John Coltrane,
Thee Headcoats,
Supertramp,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Khruangbin,
DJ Style,
Slick Rick,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Los Fastidios,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Danielle Patucci,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pierre Henry,
Jacob Miller,
Pulsallama,
H. Thieme,
Quantec,
Guru Guru,
Clear Light,
Matthew Bourne,
Mad Mike,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Mojo Men,
Hardrive,
The Blues Magoos,
The Index,
Howard Jones,
Fugazi,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The United States of America,
The Blackbyrds,
Gong,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Robert Hood,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Skriet,
Radiohead,
Mantronix,
the Sonics,
Althea and Donna,
Susan Cadogan,
Au Pairs,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Stooges,
Ten City,
The Young Rascals,
Bootsy Collins,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.