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 Egypt and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Soft Cell to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
MC5,
Toni Rubio,
Black Pus,
Accadde A,
Au Pairs,
Scientists,
Tom Boy,
Popol Vuh,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Moebius,
Audionom,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yaz,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eurythmics,
Peter and Kerry,
John Foxx,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lakeside,
The Pop Group,
Chrome,
Lou Christie,
The Walker Brothers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hasil Adkins,
Danielle Patucci,
Joyce Sims,
Y Pants,
Skarface,
Juan Atkins,
Harmonia,
Marc Almond,
Easy Going,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Erykah Badu,
The Doors,
One Last Wish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Janne Schatter,
The Knickerbockers,
Slave,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fire Engines,
The Sound,
Nils Olav,
Reagan Youth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Quando Quango,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scott Walker,
Throbbing Gristle,
Idris Muhammad,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lebanon Hanover,
a-ha,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.