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 Samoa and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 David Bowie 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 Todd Rundgren to the funk 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Sound Behaviour,
Nirvana,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cramps,
Erykah Badu,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Toasters,
Eric Copeland,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
ABC,
H. Thieme,
Ultimate Spinach,
Chris & Cosey,
David Axelrod,
The Angels of Light,
Rufus Thomas,
Sam Rivers,
Marvin Gaye,
Tears for Fears,
The Selecter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Accadde A,
Albert Ayler,
The Electric Prunes,
Rhythm & Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
Todd Rundgren,
X-Ray Spex,
Fad Gadget,
Sister Nancy,
Blossom Toes,
R.M.O.,
Television Personalities,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Count Five,
Interpol,
the Germs,
The Dirtbombs,
Tres Demented,
Junior Murvin,
Surgeon,
Wasted Youth,
Anakelly,
Reuben Wilson,
Pere Ubu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alice Coltrane,
Joyce Sims,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aswad,
Roger Hodgson,
Matthew Bourne,
Royal Trux,
Guru Guru,
Ice-T,
Piero Umiliani,
Gichy Dan,
kango's stein massive,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.