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 Kuwait and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Michael McDonald 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 Pere Ubu to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
a-ha,
Symarip,
Angry Samoans,
the Swans,
Scientists,
Vainqueur,
Sun Ra,
The Zeros,
Mars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bluetip,
Minutemen,
The Fire Engines,
Bush Tetras,
Jacob Miller,
Johnny Clarke,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Bananas,
Negative Approach,
The Searchers,
Kayak,
AZ,
Mr. Review,
Fad Gadget,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scott Walker,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jesper Dahlback,
Intrusion,
Pet Shop Boys,
Glenn Branca,
Sister Nancy,
Gang Gang Dance,
8 Eyed Spy,
Outsiders,
Eve St. Jones,
Alison Limerick,
Letta Mbulu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Warren Ellis,
John Lydon,
Bobby Womack,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DNA,
the Germs,
Davy DMX,
Delta 5,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Duran Duran,
Skriet,
10cc,
Altered Images,
Ronan,
The Martian,
Quadrant,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.