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 Lebanon and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fad Gadget to the disco 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Scientists,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aaron Thompson,
Quando Quango,
Yellowson,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Sherman,
Bad Manners,
the Normal,
The J.B.'s,
the Sonics,
Scion,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gil Scott Heron,
Peter and Kerry,
Surgeon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aloha Tigers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Malaria!,
Laurel Aitken,
Minnie Riperton,
Urselle,
Althea and Donna,
The Cramps,
The Mummies,
H. Thieme,
Deepchord,
Man Parrish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Slick Rick,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Patti Smith,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Talk Talk,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scan 7,
The Buckinghams,
Severed Heads,
LL Cool J,
Joyce Sims,
Mandrill,
The Motions,
Brand Nubian,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Doors,
Reuben Wilson,
Slave,
Clear Light,
Jacques Brel,
Alison Limerick,
Magma,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Spandau Ballet,
Eric Dolphy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Saccharine Trust,
Depeche Mode,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roger Hodgson,
James White and The Blacks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.