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 Fiji and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare 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 Sixth Finger to the dance 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Howard Jones,
Albert Ayler,
Magma,
Adolescents,
Fad Gadget,
Alton Ellis,
Intrusion,
Audionom,
Model 500,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gories,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Duran Duran,
Barrington Levy,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Slits,
The United States of America,
Quadrant,
Little Man,
K-Klass,
Letta Mbulu,
Rekid,
Eurythmics,
Heaven 17,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Flesh Eaters,
10cc,
Scott Walker,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Piero Umiliani,
Donald Byrd,
Easy Going,
Barbara Tucker,
Peter and Kerry,
Second Layer,
Aswad,
The Smiths,
Dual Sessions,
Slick Rick,
Erasure,
Boz Scaggs,
DJ Style,
Yazoo,
Whodini,
the Normal,
Boogie Down Productions,
Liliput,
Blake Baxter,
June of 44,
Oneida,
Organ,
Eve St. Jones,
Harmonia,
Robert Hood,
Don Cherry,
Man Parrish,
Moby Grape,
The Remains,
Oblivians,
Agent Orange,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.