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 Sweden and from Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 Henry Cow to the funk 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crispian St. Peters,
Judy Mowatt,
Wings,
The Sonics,
Simply Red,
the Slits,
Todd Rundgren,
Symarip,
T.S.O.L.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
This Heat,
Eddi Front,
Skriet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Von Mondo,
New York Dolls,
Roxette,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Searchers,
Guru Guru,
The Cowsills,
Suburban Knight,
Franke,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barry Ungar,
Soul Sonic Force,
U.S. Maple,
Jeff Mills,
Camouflage,
Spandau Ballet,
Electric Prunes,
Second Layer,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wolf Eyes,
Tommy Roe,
Pantytec,
R.M.O.,
The American Breed,
Matthew Halsall,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nico,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fire Engines,
Yazoo,
David Bowie,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New Age Steppers,
JFA,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Absolute Body Control,
Sparks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Duran Duran,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dual Sessions,
Jacob Miller,
The Walker Brothers,
Eli Mardock,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.