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 Maldives and from New York.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Scratch Acid to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
The Dead C,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed,
the Swans,
Youth Brigade,
Black Moon,
The Mojo Men,
The Slits,
The United States of America,
The Residents,
Hoover,
FM Einheit,
cv313,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Agitation Free,
Jesper Dahlback,
Warren Ellis,
Duran Duran,
Intrusion,
L. Decosne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Q65,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Little Man,
Mr. Review,
Isaac Hayes,
Kerri Chandler,
Young Marble Giants,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Remains,
The Fuzztones,
The New Christs,
Suicide,
Jeru the Damaja,
Juan Atkins,
The Monochrome Set,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hot Snakes,
Quando Quango,
Jerry's Kids,
The Modern Lovers,
Nik Kershaw,
Adolescents,
Crash Course in Science,
Grey Daturas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang of Four,
Skriet,
R.M.O.,
KRS-One,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mandrill,
Rekid,
The Last Poets,
The Fall,
Nick Fraelich,
Lalo Schifrin,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fugs,
CMW,
Cymande,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.