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 Tunisia and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Freddie Wadling to the dance 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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '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 Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minny Pops,
ABC,
The Names,
B.T. Express,
Aural Exciters,
Procol Harum,
Carl Craig,
DJ Style,
Darondo,
The Searchers,
Donny Hathaway,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
In Retrospect,
Jeff Mills,
Motorama,
Visage,
The Gladiators,
Boz Scaggs,
Ice-T,
Simply Red,
Kas Product,
Funkadelic,
Warren Ellis,
Hasil Adkins,
Aswad,
Jacques Brel,
Dave Gahan,
World's Most,
Buzzcocks,
The Angels of Light,
Negative Approach,
Sister Nancy,
Tears for Fears,
Popol Vuh,
Terrestrial Tones,
Danielle Patucci,
Faust,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ken Boothe,
Mandrill,
Absolute Body Control,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Christie,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kenny Larkin,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Sherman,
Cymande,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Adolescents,
Godley & Creme,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Subhumans,
the Bar-Kays,
Grauzone,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lindisfarne,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.