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 Rwanda and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mad Mike to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Matthew Bourne,
Peter and Kerry,
Animal Collective,
Robert Hood,
X-101,
Archie Shepp,
Malaria!,
Second Layer,
Spoonie Gee,
Mad Mike,
The Cowsills,
T. Rex,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Happenings,
Tears for Fears,
Marc Almond,
Crispian St. Peters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Audionom,
kango's stein massive,
The Black Dice,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Altered Images,
The Doobie Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
Derrick Morgan,
B.T. Express,
The Velvet Underground,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Parry Music,
Zapp,
EPMD,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Vainqueur,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
JFA,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joyce Sims,
The Selecter,
The Sonics,
Mr. Review,
This Heat,
the Soft Cell,
Skaos,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Banda Bassotti,
Mandrill,
Bang On A Can,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lightning Bolt,
Angry Samoans,
The New Christs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Move,
Quando Quango,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.