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 Czech Republic 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Fugs to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Babytalk,
The Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
Stereo Dub,
The Invisible,
Cecil Taylor,
Little Man,
Funky Four + One,
Todd Rundgren,
The Velvet Underground,
DNA,
Radiohead,
Adolescents,
Black Moon,
Gang Starr,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The J.B.'s,
MC5,
Lyres,
Brand Nubian,
Judy Mowatt,
New Order,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gabor Szabo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Max Romeo,
Ultra Naté,
Maurizio,
Outsiders,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crooked Eye,
Khruangbin,
The Count Five,
The Victims,
Joey Negro,
Jeff Lynne,
Roxy Music,
Hasil Adkins,
Scan 7,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Trumans Water,
Quadrant,
Newcleus,
Aloha Tigers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Patti Smith,
The Happenings,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gong,
Infiniti,
Easy Going,
Bill Wells,
The Doors,
Nik Kershaw,
EPMD,
Second Layer,
Gang Green,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Funkadelic,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.