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 Switzerland and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Gang Green to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Patti Smith,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ken Boothe,
Gabor Szabo,
Urselle,
The Leaves,
Gang Starr,
Television Personalities,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joy Division,
Idris Muhammad,
Skaos,
Alice Coltrane,
The Grass Roots,
8 Eyed Spy,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cowsills,
Moebius,
Mad Mike,
Oneida,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Human League,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grauzone,
Maurizio,
The Sound,
Swell Maps,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Saccharine Trust,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Cale,
Sam Rivers,
H. Thieme,
Y Pants,
FM Einheit,
Cluster,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Womack,
The Vogues,
The Doors,
Mandrill,
The New Christs,
Suburban Knight,
Dawn Penn,
Ossler,
UT,
Drexciya,
Brothers Johnson,
Bush Tetras,
Lyres,
the Normal,
Section 25,
Echospace,
Pere Ubu,
Todd Rundgren,
Wally Richardson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.