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 Albania and from Johannesburg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Youth Brigade to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Procol Harum,
The Fugs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Star Department,
Carl Craig,
Quadrant,
The Barracudas,
Arab on Radar,
Nils Olav,
The Grass Roots,
Patti Smith,
Crime,
ABBA,
Kas Product,
Jacob Miller,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Birthday Party,
The Remains,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kerri Chandler,
Mad Mike,
Youth Brigade,
Sun City Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Last Poets,
The Residents,
Camouflage,
Roxy Music,
The Smiths,
Zapp,
Fat Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
Sixth Finger,
Eurythmics,
Spoonie Gee,
Marc Almond,
John Foxx,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Blues Magoos,
Neil Young,
A Certain Ratio,
Nation of Ulysses,
Juan Atkins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rapeman,
the Swans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Shoche,
Malaria!,
Alice Coltrane,
Leonard Cohen,
Janne Schatter,
Desert Stars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Cale,
Warsaw,
Soul II Soul,
James White and The Blacks,
Chrome,
Accadde A,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.