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 Afghanistan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 ABC to the electroclash 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Massinfluence,
Swans,
Deakin,
Unrelated Segments,
Chrome,
Soulsonic Force,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Livin' Joy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Avey Tare,
Albert Ayler,
The Busters,
Niagra,
Supertramp,
Marshall Jefferson,
New Age Steppers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Swell Maps,
Flipper,
Fatback Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter & Gordon,
Matthew Bourne,
Pierre Henry,
The Moleskins,
Mo-Dettes,
Unwound,
Sarah Menescal,
Wire,
The Alarm Clocks,
Accadde A,
Iggy Pop,
Joey Negro,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ken Boothe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Easy Going,
Hashim,
Eric Copeland,
Boogie Down Productions,
a-ha,
Steve Hackett,
Country Teasers,
Arthur Verocai,
John Lydon,
Man Parrish,
the Slits,
Alison Limerick,
World's Most,
Sun City Girls,
The Associates,
Delta 5,
Bootsy Collins,
Isaac Hayes,
The Toasters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Popol Vuh,
Cluster,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Japan,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.