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 Costa Rica and from Accra.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Boz Scaggs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Malaria!,
Depeche Mode,
The Last Poets,
Sun Ra,
Henry Cow,
The Young Rascals,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Shadows of Knight,
June Days,
Johnny Clarke,
Monks,
Eve St. Jones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DJ Style,
Alice Coltrane,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Clear Light,
Metal Thangz,
Black Pus,
Niagra,
Barry Ungar,
Kurtis Blow,
John Foxx,
Erykah Badu,
Smog,
Mr. Review,
Tim Buckley,
The Electric Prunes,
The Buckinghams,
Robert Hood,
Tommy Roe,
Skaos,
The Cramps,
Roxette,
Masters at Work,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Bar-Kays,
The Invisible,
Shoche,
Echospace,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Surgeon,
Oblivians,
John Lydon,
Boredoms,
Jeff Lynne,
UT,
Blancmange,
Matthew Halsall,
Accadde A,
Cluster,
Agitation Free,
Massinfluence,
Section 25,
Bobby Byrd,
Anthony Braxton,
The Blackbyrds,
Morten Harket,
Rotary Connection,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.