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 Portugal and from New York.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Scott Walker to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Kayak,
The Star Department,
Arcadia,
Yaz,
Roger Hodgson,
Kenny Larkin,
Eli Mardock,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
D'Angelo,
June of 44,
Todd Rundgren,
Skarface,
Bill Near,
Agitation Free,
a-ha,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eurythmics,
Jacques Brel,
The Stooges,
The Misunderstood,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pharoah Sanders,
R.M.O.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tommy Roe,
Pole,
Moebius,
Mission of Burma,
Sun Ra,
Buzzcocks,
Patti Smith,
Anakelly,
Average White Band,
Pere Ubu,
Hot Snakes,
Electric Prunes,
Echospace,
Aaron Thompson,
Fear,
Animal Collective,
ABBA,
Vainqueur,
The Fortunes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bush Tetras,
Peter & Gordon,
the Soft Cell,
OOIOO,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Sherman,
The Invisible,
Godley & Creme,
Minny Pops,
Susan Cadogan,
Los Fastidios,
The Cure,
The Doors,
Dorothy Ashby,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.