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 Liberia and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Donald Fagen 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 Faust to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Gichy Dan,
X-Ray Spex,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Heaven 17,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Monolake,
Model 500,
Icehouse,
Ponytail,
Blake Baxter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Laurel Aitken,
The Doors,
Television Personalities,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roger Hodgson,
Grauzone,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Swell Maps,
Youth Brigade,
The Fuzztones,
Sound Behaviour,
The Motions,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tomorrow,
Sandy B,
Little Man,
The Residents,
Idris Muhammad,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Michelle Simonal,
Joey Negro,
Althea and Donna,
The Fall,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Steve Hackett,
Pet Shop Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
The J.B.'s,
Panda Bear,
Aaron Thompson,
Wings,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scratch Acid,
Scrapy,
Young Marble Giants,
Judy Mowatt,
Brand Nubian,
The Move,
MC5,
Fad Gadget,
Hasil Adkins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
T.S.O.L.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Quantec,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.