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 Andorra and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron 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 The Standells to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
JFA,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deakin,
Jawbox,
Tim Buckley,
Slick Rick,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bad Manners,
Ohio Players,
Groovy Waters,
The Alarm Clocks,
UT,
Vainqueur,
The Moody Blues,
Magma,
Nico,
David Axelrod,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roxette,
Iggy Pop,
The Stooges,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Todd Terry,
New Order,
Amazonics,
Alison Limerick,
Spoonie Gee,
The Motions,
Surgeon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Babytalk,
Rapeman,
Half Japanese,
The Tremeloes,
Scrapy,
Easy Going,
The Gladiators,
Ultravox,
Main Source,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fuzztones,
kango's stein massive,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bill Near,
Ponytail,
Eurythmics,
Cecil Taylor,
New Age Steppers,
Sister Nancy,
World's Most,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dirtbombs,
Accadde A,
Fugazi,
Joyce Sims,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.