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 Guyana and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 John Lydon to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Suburban Knight,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fugs,
The Angels of Light,
Marine Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bootsy Collins,
The Leaves,
Delon & Dalcan,
Freddie Wadling,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fat Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Faraquet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Surgeon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minny Pops,
Qualms,
AZ,
New York Dolls,
Kas Product,
Harry Pussy,
X-102,
Vainqueur,
Q and Not U,
Neu!,
Hardrive,
Section 25,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sun City Girls,
The Misunderstood,
Minnie Riperton,
Kurtis Blow,
The Durutti Column,
The Modern Lovers,
The Standells,
Patti Smith,
Cecil Taylor,
Pierre Henry,
Kayak,
John Coltrane,
Ronan,
Bill Wells,
Todd Rundgren,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gichy Dan,
L. Decosne,
Nils Olav,
The Techniques,
X-Ray Spex,
Simply Red,
MC5,
The Evens,
Nation of Ulysses,
Chris Corsano,
Wally Richardson,
Second Layer,
The Mighty Diamonds,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.