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 Georgia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Electric Prunes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Slackers,
The Techniques,
Iggy Pop,
Main Source,
Mission of Burma,
Cymande,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marc Almond,
Livin' Joy,
Bad Manners,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gregory Isaacs,
David Axelrod,
Ituana,
Organ,
the Normal,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Country Teasers,
Lakeside,
Dark Day,
Neil Young,
The Zeros,
Magma,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Cale,
China Crisis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Move,
Hoover,
Sparks,
John Coltrane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Accadde A,
Leonard Cohen,
The Mummies,
Yazoo,
kango's stein massive,
Eli Mardock,
The Real Kids,
Gabor Szabo,
Barry Ungar,
Marmalade,
Pharoah Sanders,
Vainqueur,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mark Hollis,
Ponytail,
X-101,
June Days,
Altered Images,
The Human League,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Pus,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cure,
Technova,
Franke,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.