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 Eritrea and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 H. Thieme to the rap 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Skriet,
Heaven 17,
ABC,
Camouflage,
Pet Shop Boys,
Funkadelic,
Josef K,
Saccharine Trust,
Hashim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minny Pops,
Intrusion,
Connie Case,
Joensuu 1685,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gun Club,
Monolake,
PIL,
The Sound,
Ohio Players,
Boredoms,
the Association,
Dave Gahan,
The Gories,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yaz,
Sun City Girls,
Eurythmics,
Audionom,
Rotary Connection,
New Age Steppers,
Grauzone,
Camberwell Now,
Radiopuhelimet,
Procol Harum,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Neon Judgement,
The Names,
Peter and Kerry,
Kayak,
KRS-One,
Erykah Badu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Babytalk,
Scientists,
Max Romeo,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Techniques,
Lyres,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Human League,
The Happenings,
Model 500,
June Days,
T. Rex,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.