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 Luxembourg and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe 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 American Breed to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tres Demented,
The Saints,
Cabaret Voltaire,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lalann,
Judy Mowatt,
Ponytail,
Camberwell Now,
Alton Ellis,
Peter and Kerry,
the Swans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bauhaus,
Section 25,
Supertramp,
The Monochrome Set,
Mark Hollis,
The Litter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Evens,
The Remains,
Eden Ahbez,
Quando Quango,
Susan Cadogan,
Underground Resistance,
Royal Trux,
Skriet,
Robert Wyatt,
Desert Stars,
Altered Images,
Saccharine Trust,
Joe Smooth,
Sex Pistols,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Glenn Branca,
Au Pairs,
Shoche,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang Starr,
Funkadelic,
Q65,
Soft Cell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Faust,
John Holt,
Basic Channel,
Bush Tetras,
Groovy Waters,
Warsaw,
Colin Newman,
Ronan,
Darondo,
Quantec,
The Five Americans,
Matthew Bourne,
Mantronix,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.