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 Hungary and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 Radio Birdman to the rock 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Quantec,
Scott Walker,
The Electric Prunes,
The Real Kids,
Bob Dylan,
Heaven 17,
Interpol,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Bananas,
Sandy B,
Amon Düül II,
The Durutti Column,
Glambeats Corp.,
Neu!,
Masters at Work,
Quadrant,
Scratch Acid,
Radiohead,
Sight & Sound,
Magma,
Deepchord,
H. Thieme,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Outsiders,
Josef K,
Roger Hodgson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Flash Fearless,
Gang Green,
L. Decosne,
Y Pants,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Steve Hackett,
Marshall Jefferson,
MC5,
Prince Buster,
Bill Near,
The Pretty Things,
Kool Moe Dee,
Davy DMX,
UT,
Archie Shepp,
Terrestrial Tones,
Harmonia,
Jimmy McGriff,
The United States of America,
Bootsy Collins,
Loose Ends,
Crispy Ambulance,
Reuben Wilson,
Reagan Youth,
Liliput,
The Motions,
Boz Scaggs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rekid,
Lou Reed,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.