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 Belgium and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 David McCallum to the grunge 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
The Grass Roots,
Ornette Coleman,
Eurythmics,
Bauhaus,
The Cowsills,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Blues Magoos,
Audionom,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kool Moe Dee,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
La Düsseldorf,
Sparks,
Stiv Bators,
Todd Rundgren,
Pussy Galore,
Gong,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Knickerbockers,
Joyce Sims,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Subhumans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mad Mike,
The Cure,
The Shadows of Knight,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Cale,
Clear Light,
The Associates,
Shuggie Otis,
the Soft Cell,
Aloha Tigers,
Roy Ayers,
X-Ray Spex,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Association,
Chris & Cosey,
Sandy B,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Make Up,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soft Machine,
Lightning Bolt,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Misunderstood,
Davy DMX,
Donny Hathaway,
The Birthday Party,
Tomorrow,
Minny Pops,
Reagan Youth,
Amon Düül II,
Bootsy Collins,
OOIOO,
John Coltrane,
The J.B.'s,
Sex Pistols,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.