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 Bulgaria and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 Pole to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Sheep,
Gang Green,
Marvin Gaye,
Henry Cow,
Sam Rivers,
In Retrospect,
Camberwell Now,
Aswad,
Qualms,
A Certain Ratio,
Jawbox,
Sonic Youth,
Maleditus Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Durutti Column,
Thompson Twins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Audionom,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Detroit Cobras,
Spoonie Gee,
Funkadelic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rekid,
Mary Jane Girls,
Oneida,
The Remains,
Pere Ubu,
Electric Prunes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Todd Terry,
Easy Going,
Circle Jerks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brass Construction,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Groovy Waters,
Buzzcocks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eli Mardock,
Davy DMX,
Alphaville,
Scan 7,
Roy Ayers,
The Star Department,
Loose Ends,
Monks,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Trojans,
Jandek,
Magazine,
Heaven 17,
The Toasters,
The Gories,
Hoover,
Blancmange,
Slick Rick,
the Germs,
Barrington Levy,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.