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 Congo and from Mexico City.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Outsiders,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sandy B,
Siglo XX,
The Busters,
New Order,
Stiv Bators,
Deakin,
Man Parrish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Make Up,
The Count Five,
Max Romeo,
Wings,
Hasil Adkins,
Second Layer,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deepchord,
Donny Hathaway,
Soul II Soul,
Suicide,
Reagan Youth,
Amon Düül II,
Pylon,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cure,
Radiopuhelimet,
AZ,
Charles Mingus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Icehouse,
Morten Harket,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Dead C,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
R.M.O.,
Barbara Tucker,
Desert Stars,
Fear,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joyce Sims,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Blues Magoos,
The Mummies,
The Gories,
Pussy Galore,
Skaos,
The Music Machine,
Albert Ayler,
Vladislav Delay,
Bill Wells,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tubeway Army,
Eric Dolphy,
The Misunderstood,
The Golliwogs,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.