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 Solomon Islands and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
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 Nile Rodgers 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Theoretical Girls,
Tubeway Army,
Eurythmics,
Deadbeat,
Hardrive,
Oneida,
The Zeros,
Scrapy,
Fatback Band,
The Searchers,
Kas Product,
Kayak,
the Slits,
Au Pairs,
Radiohead,
The Electric Prunes,
Freddie Wadling,
The Doobie Brothers,
EPMD,
Guru Guru,
Aswad,
The Real Kids,
The Gap Band,
Wings,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Toni Rubio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eden Ahbez,
Bronski Beat,
the Association,
Make Up,
Roxette,
Maleditus Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
The Move,
Kool Moe Dee,
DNA,
Heaven 17,
The Fugs,
B.T. Express,
Susan Cadogan,
The Victims,
X-101,
Subhumans,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Red Krayola,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bush Tetras,
Q and Not U,
Dual Sessions,
Radio Birdman,
John Cale,
Grauzone,
The Black Dice,
Dead Boys,
The Moody Blues,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Max Romeo,
Cymande,
Barbara Tucker,
Eyeless In Gaza,
James White and The Blacks,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.