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 Bahamas and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
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 spring reverb 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 Massinfluence to the grime 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
The Red Krayola,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Al Stewart,
Sonic Youth,
Godley & Creme,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fugazi,
Judy Mowatt,
Cameo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Whodini,
The Pretty Things,
Oneida,
Bobby Byrd,
New York Dolls,
Sex Pistols,
The Saints,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Bananas,
Clear Light,
The Birthday Party,
Kayak,
The Angels of Light,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bootsy Collins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joe Smooth,
Arthur Verocai,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alison Limerick,
The Toasters,
Michelle Simonal,
Agitation Free,
Nik Kershaw,
Index,
Gong,
Todd Terry,
The Raincoats,
The Zeros,
Joey Negro,
Fluxion,
Moss Icon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Q and Not U,
Section 25,
the Swans,
Charles Mingus,
AZ,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Groovy Waters,
The Misunderstood,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alton Ellis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cluster,
Ken Boothe,
New Age Steppers,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.