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 Greece and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
The Victims,
The Mojo Men,
Alphaville,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Trojans,
Porter Ricks,
Bluetip,
Surgeon,
The Count Five,
Letta Mbulu,
Joyce Sims,
Mr. Review,
Lalann,
Circle Jerks,
Radio Birdman,
Rotary Connection,
Masters at Work,
Chris Corsano,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Half Japanese,
The Blackbyrds,
Goldenarms,
Royal Trux,
Q65,
Minor Threat,
Stiv Bators,
Fear,
T. Rex,
Todd Terry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Graham Central Station,
Cybotron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Leaves,
Scratch Acid,
Hoover,
H. Thieme,
The Divine Comedy,
Scott Walker,
The Remains,
Ornette Coleman,
Davy DMX,
Supertramp,
Cluster,
Simply Red,
Scion,
The Move,
Cymande,
Marshall Jefferson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Infiniti,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pierre Henry,
The American Breed,
The Last Poets,
Agitation Free,
Television,
Harmonia,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.