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 Congo and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 LL Cool J to the dance 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
AZ,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Sound,
Sparks,
Flash Fearless,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Names,
The Misunderstood,
Blancmange,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Beau Brummels,
Joey Negro,
Loose Ends,
Hot Snakes,
the Slits,
The Count Five,
Procol Harum,
Marine Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Section 25,
Los Fastidios,
cv313,
Silicon Teens,
Lalann,
Lakeside,
Don Cherry,
Neil Young,
Colin Newman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Flag,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Con Funk Shun,
Janne Schatter,
Fela Kuti,
Oneida,
Peter and Kerry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Underground Resistance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Freddie Wadling,
Young Marble Giants,
Little Man,
Monolake,
Television,
New Order,
Mantronix,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tears for Fears,
The Move,
Alton Ellis,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fuzztones,
The Trojans,
The Angels of Light,
Al Stewart,
The Red Krayola,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
David Bowie,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.