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 Oman and from Halifax.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 Suicide to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Roger Hodgson,
John Holt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Blossom Toes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Electric Prunes,
Main Source,
Rotary Connection,
These Immortal Souls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gabor Szabo,
Slick Rick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Human League,
Peter and Kerry,
John Coltrane,
the Soft Cell,
Infiniti,
The Divine Comedy,
Kerri Chandler,
Soul Sonic Force,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Cale,
Cybotron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sun City Girls,
Franke,
Derrick Morgan,
Hoover,
Soft Machine,
Jerry's Kids,
Cluster,
Pulsallama,
Stereo Dub,
John Lydon,
10cc,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Flesh Eaters,
Saccharine Trust,
David Bowie,
Iggy Pop,
Bauhaus,
Absolute Body Control,
Monolake,
Moebius,
Mandrill,
Aaron Thompson,
U.S. Maple,
The Cure,
a-ha,
The Tremeloes,
Dennis Brown,
Qualms,
The Happenings,
Minor Threat,
The Young Rascals,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.