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 Greece and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kaleidoscope to the grime 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Flash Fearless,
Eurythmics,
Bizarre Inc.,
Clear Light,
Thompson Twins,
Sun Ra,
U.S. Maple,
The Evens,
Cluster,
John Foxx,
Dave Gahan,
The Offenders,
Tom Boy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Andrew Hill,
Bill Wells,
Juan Atkins,
Sight & Sound,
Section 25,
Deepchord,
Glenn Branca,
David Axelrod,
Bad Manners,
Joe Smooth,
John Coltrane,
Morten Harket,
Accadde A,
Brass Construction,
Q65,
48th St. Collective,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Bananas,
Spandau Ballet,
In Retrospect,
E-Dancer,
Ken Boothe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Circle Jerks,
Qualms,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Neon Judgement,
Thee Headcoats,
Funkadelic,
Television Personalities,
Curtis Mayfield,
Piero Umiliani,
Minutemen,
Basic Channel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soul II Soul,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marc Almond,
Rakim,
10cc,
Gang Green,
Kayak,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sonny Sharrock,
Terry Callier,
Neil Young,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.