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 Macedonia and from Lagos.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Henry Cow to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Jacques Brel,
the Normal,
Drexciya,
Hot Snakes,
The Monks,
Nick Fraelich,
Bob Dylan,
Cymande,
Babytalk,
Moby Grape,
The Smiths,
Cecil Taylor,
Jandek,
Arcadia,
The Raincoats,
Delta 5,
ABBA,
Traffic Nightmare,
Quando Quango,
Laurel Aitken,
In Retrospect,
Absolute Body Control,
The Remains,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Man Parrish,
Zero Boys,
Whodini,
OOIOO,
Leonard Cohen,
The Smoke,
Bill Wells,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minnie Riperton,
Supertramp,
Colin Newman,
Erasure,
Make Up,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Womack,
The Blackbyrds,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wasted Youth,
Roger Hodgson,
Faust,
The Fuzztones,
Black Flag,
Agitation Free,
Susan Cadogan,
Matthew Bourne,
Malaria!,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sister Nancy,
Charles Mingus,
Rapeman,
Joy Division,
The Fall,
the Association,
Suburban Knight,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Sheep,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.