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 Saudi Arabia and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
The Residents,
Blake Baxter,
Andrew Hill,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
a-ha,
Quantec,
Lalo Schifrin,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Sisters of Mercy,
New Order,
The Remains,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gap Band,
Blancmange,
Eden Ahbez,
Mantronix,
The Litter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Misunderstood,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
X-101,
Neil Young,
Babytalk,
The Mummies,
The Mojo Men,
ABBA,
MDC,
Barrington Levy,
Darondo,
Sparks,
Buzzcocks,
Eddi Front,
The Index,
Todd Rundgren,
Joe Finger,
the Association,
The Techniques,
Bush Tetras,
Roxette,
The Five Americans,
The Toasters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Coltrane,
Amazonics,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Iggy Pop,
Archie Shepp,
Isaac Hayes,
Susan Cadogan,
The Walker Brothers,
Visage,
8 Eyed Spy,
Chrome,
Jacob Miller,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.