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 Burundi and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Supertramp to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nik Kershaw,
T. Rex,
Ludus,
Aloha Tigers,
Television,
Patti Smith,
Groovy Waters,
Blancmange,
The Litter,
Camouflage,
Gabor Szabo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tommy Roe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Soft Cell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bronski Beat,
The Gap Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Flag,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eddi Front,
Quantec,
Boz Scaggs,
Matthew Bourne,
Icehouse,
Stockholm Monsters,
The United States of America,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Judy Mowatt,
The Evens,
Zapp,
Angry Samoans,
The Moody Blues,
Black Bananas,
Y Pants,
The Last Poets,
The Velvet Underground,
The Victims,
Scratch Acid,
Tropical Tobacco,
Symarip,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gil Scott Heron,
Mark Hollis,
Eurythmics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The J.B.'s,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Model 500,
Nirvana,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Human League,
Kurtis Blow,
Johnny Clarke,
Skaos,
LL Cool J,
Nico,
Tom Boy,
The Walker Brothers,
Delta 5,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.