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 Morocco and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 Buzzcocks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Intrusion,
Radiohead,
John Coltrane,
Moebius,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Searchers,
Wally Richardson,
Joy Division,
Todd Rundgren,
Man Eating Sloth,
R.M.O.,
Bad Manners,
DNA,
The Durutti Column,
Todd Terry,
Maurizio,
Q65,
Peter & Gordon,
Junior Murvin,
The Smoke,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Skriet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Inner City,
Tim Buckley,
Aural Exciters,
Schoolly D,
Donny Hathaway,
the Slits,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tomorrow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nico,
Mission of Burma,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Misunderstood,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Blossom Toes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marc Almond,
Minnie Riperton,
Idris Muhammad,
Matthew Halsall,
Roxy Music,
Niagra,
The Music Machine,
Average White Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultra Naté,
The Buckinghams,
The Victims,
Eli Mardock,
Fear,
Half Japanese,
The Mummies,
Fluxion,
Fifty Foot Hose,
FM Einheit,
Soft Machine,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.