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 Australia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Barclay James Harvest to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Blancmange,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Erykah Badu,
Marc Almond,
Lou Christie,
Judy Mowatt,
Yazoo,
The Doors,
Underground Resistance,
Minutemen,
The Pretty Things,
The Motions,
H. Thieme,
Eddi Front,
Country Teasers,
Suicide,
The Moody Blues,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Vogues,
Wasted Youth,
The Sonics,
Bobby Byrd,
Porter Ricks,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Supertramp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Shuggie Otis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Quando Quango,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pere Ubu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeru the Damaja,
Donny Hathaway,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Au Pairs,
the Sonics,
Harmonia,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pagans,
Yaz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Coltrane,
Eve St. Jones,
Zapp,
The Mojo Men,
Barclay James Harvest,
Quadrant,
Josef K,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cowsills,
Moss Icon,
E-Dancer,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.