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 Malaysia and from Philadelphia.
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 Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pet Shop Boys to the jazz 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Royal Trux,
The Fortunes,
The Pop Group,
Main Source,
Nirvana,
Sugar Minott,
Minor Threat,
David Axelrod,
Byron Stingily,
Darondo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gladiators,
Amon Düül,
10cc,
Delta 5,
Tom Boy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Slits,
The Black Dice,
Faraquet,
Charles Mingus,
Althea and Donna,
Godley & Creme,
Brass Construction,
Lightning Bolt,
Oblivians,
The Angels of Light,
Ossler,
The Standells,
Kerrie Biddell,
Chris Corsano,
Prince Buster,
Motorama,
Iggy Pop,
The Count Five,
Sight & Sound,
Desert Stars,
MDC,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Man Parrish,
The Buckinghams,
Soul II Soul,
Lalann,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
AZ,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Peter and Kerry,
Ronan,
Altered Images,
The Blues Magoos,
Yellowson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Albert Ayler,
Swans,
Camberwell Now,
Vainqueur,
Judy Mowatt,
This Heat,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.