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 St Lucia and from Houston.
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 Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 the Bar-Kays to the funk 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Arab on Radar,
E-Dancer,
Magma,
Lower 48,
Dawn Penn,
The Residents,
Fatback Band,
Mad Mike,
Soft Machine,
Cluster,
Quantec,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gories,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Interpol,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
X-102,
Hot Snakes,
Black Flag,
Fear,
Grauzone,
Warsaw,
Prince Buster,
The Slackers,
Pagans,
Andrew Hill,
Howard Jones,
Joensuu 1685,
Deadbeat,
Maurizio,
Pulsallama,
Johnny Clarke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Derrick May,
Cymande,
Jeff Mills,
Ohio Players,
Flipper,
Joyce Sims,
The Electric Prunes,
Swans,
The Dirtbombs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Shuggie Otis,
Zapp,
Technova,
Amon Düül II,
Frankie Knuckles,
PIL,
Dark Day,
Arcadia,
Vladislav Delay,
Marc Almond,
Wolf Eyes,
John Foxx,
Sonic Youth,
June Days,
The Flesh Eaters,
Section 25,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.