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 Tajikistan and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Animal Collective 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Massinfluence,
Suburban Knight,
Hasil Adkins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Star Department,
Sun City Girls,
Amazonics,
Skarface,
Al Stewart,
Lucky Dragons,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ituana,
Marshall Jefferson,
Subhumans,
Mr. Review,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Beau Brummels,
Skriet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bronski Beat,
The Human League,
Ralphi Rosario,
Boogie Down Productions,
E-Dancer,
Black Flag,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Divine Comedy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Oblivians,
Stetsasonic,
Alphaville,
Roy Ayers,
The Mummies,
Donald Byrd,
ABBA,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tubeway Army,
Lyres,
T. Rex,
Soft Cell,
Fear,
Y Pants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hashim,
Stiv Bators,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Funky Four + One,
Youth Brigade,
Scrapy,
Suicide,
Harpers Bizarre,
Darondo,
The Buckinghams,
Yusef Lateef,
Tomorrow,
Roxette,
a-ha,
Buzzcocks,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.