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 Monaco and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
The J.B.'s,
Neu!,
Pussy Galore,
Ponytail,
Eve St. Jones,
The Shadows of Knight,
Royal Trux,
Von Mondo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scott Walker,
Spandau Ballet,
Lower 48,
Public Enemy,
Hoover,
John Coltrane,
Alton Ellis,
This Heat,
Michelle Simonal,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fat Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
Goldenarms,
The Fugs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Pus,
The Music Machine,
T. Rex,
Grauzone,
Cluster,
The Saints,
The Techniques,
Wally Richardson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Popol Vuh,
Oblivians,
Mr. Review,
Eli Mardock,
Schoolly D,
The Gladiators,
The Associates,
The Standells,
Pere Ubu,
Suburban Knight,
David McCallum,
Godley & Creme,
Visage,
Stiv Bators,
Model 500,
The Red Krayola,
The Fuzztones,
Alphaville,
Groovy Waters,
Nik Kershaw,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Electric Prunes,
The Golliwogs,
Sister Nancy,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mummies,
Siglo XX,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.