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 Italy and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin 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 John Foxx to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Sandy B,
Chrome,
Desert Stars,
Hashim,
Roy Ayers,
Colin Newman,
The Fortunes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sällskapet,
Aural Exciters,
Soulsonic Force,
The Victims,
ABC,
Thompson Twins,
The Index,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Matthew Halsall,
Morten Harket,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang of Four,
Peter and Kerry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eve St. Jones,
Pussy Galore,
Television Personalities,
The Mojo Men,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pere Ubu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sight & Sound,
Quantec,
Symarip,
Donny Hathaway,
Dual Sessions,
Bronski Beat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Graham Central Station,
Delta 5,
Cal Tjader,
Fad Gadget,
Clear Light,
The Modern Lovers,
Prince Buster,
Faraquet,
Rapeman,
Rosa Yemen,
Chris & Cosey,
Man Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Slave,
Erasure,
David Bowie,
Ten City,
Severed Heads,
Monolake,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.