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 Togo and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Camberwell Now,
Suicide,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nico,
Deadbeat,
Magazine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joey Negro,
Pussy Galore,
Derrick Morgan,
LL Cool J,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Vogues,
the Swans,
Pylon,
Quadrant,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Organ,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fat Boys,
Dual Sessions,
Janne Schatter,
Lakeside,
Connie Case,
Donald Byrd,
John Foxx,
Moss Icon,
Excepter,
Mars,
Banda Bassotti,
The Seeds,
James White and The Blacks,
Gichy Dan,
Chrome,
Siglo XX,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Matthew Bourne,
Youth Brigade,
Underground Resistance,
Lalann,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kurtis Blow,
U.S. Maple,
The Martian,
D'Angelo,
The Cure,
Bob Dylan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang Starr,
Reuben Wilson,
Marc Almond,
Black Sheep,
Audionom,
Loose Ends,
Guru Guru,
Sparks,
Man Parrish,
Oblivians,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.