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 Nauru and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 the Normal to the grime 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Q and Not U,
The Real Kids,
Symarip,
B.T. Express,
Second Layer,
Kenny Larkin,
Liliput,
PIL,
Japan,
H. Thieme,
Fela Kuti,
Aloha Tigers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Moon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jacob Miller,
Motorama,
Quando Quango,
Schoolly D,
Prince Buster,
Minnie Riperton,
Eve St. Jones,
Rod Modell,
Gichy Dan,
Joensuu 1685,
John Foxx,
Wolf Eyes,
Anthony Braxton,
Todd Terry,
Siglo XX,
Loose Ends,
Laurel Aitken,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sun Ra,
Theoretical Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cybotron,
Blake Baxter,
Howard Jones,
The Gladiators,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Pop Group,
Spoonie Gee,
The Happenings,
Lakeside,
Darondo,
John Holt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
It's A Beautiful Day,
Donny Hathaway,
a-ha,
Popol Vuh,
Matthew Bourne,
Pere Ubu,
The Flesh Eaters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brass Construction,
Cameo,
The United States of America,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.