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 Italy and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Remains to the rock 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band 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?
Peter & Gordon,
CMW,
Lower 48,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Mummies,
Theoretical Girls,
F. McDonald,
Rod Modell,
The Saints,
Section 25,
Bobby Byrd,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Moebius,
Tommy Roe,
Alphaville,
Dennis Brown,
The Remains,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Zero Boys,
Barrington Levy,
R.M.O.,
Kayak,
Bill Near,
Duran Duran,
Guru Guru,
Bootsy Collins,
Michelle Simonal,
Flash Fearless,
Neil Young,
Symarip,
Ponytail,
Ten City,
New York Dolls,
In Retrospect,
Tears for Fears,
Clear Light,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Motions,
Dual Sessions,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Lydon,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Smiths,
Talk Talk,
Erykah Badu,
Camouflage,
Scan 7,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ossler,
Oneida,
The Move,
The Pop Group,
Minny Pops,
Second Layer,
a-ha,
The Cowsills,
Tres Demented,
Qualms,
The Gladiators,
JFA,
The Count Five,
Eric Copeland,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.