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 Fiji and from Bologna.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Leaves to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Rekid,
Stockholm Monsters,
Todd Terry,
DNA,
One Last Wish,
the Association,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Saints,
The Fire Engines,
Agent Orange,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hasil Adkins,
Dual Sessions,
The Seeds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The American Breed,
Nils Olav,
Derrick Morgan,
Laurel Aitken,
Pagans,
Procol Harum,
Bill Near,
Jimmy McGriff,
Surgeon,
The Fuzztones,
Lindisfarne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Newcleus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Swans,
David McCallum,
The Neon Judgement,
Television,
The Zeros,
Silicon Teens,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Visage,
The Star Department,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minutemen,
Mission of Burma,
Charles Mingus,
Eden Ahbez,
Cameo,
Soft Machine,
Don Cherry,
Andrew Hill,
Can,
Barclay James Harvest,
Glambeats Corp.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hoover,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Blues Magoos,
Technova,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Electric Prunes,
Erasure,
The Slits,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.