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 Laos 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
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 clarinet 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 Sonics to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marc Almond,
Charles Mingus,
Minor Threat,
X-Ray Spex,
La Düsseldorf,
Joyce Sims,
The Moody Blues,
Scrapy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lalo Schifrin,
Smog,
Cal Tjader,
The Invisible,
Wire,
Delon & Dalcan,
Schoolly D,
The Vogues,
Ohio Players,
Young Marble Giants,
X-101,
Talk Talk,
Funky Four + One,
Q65,
Swell Maps,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sällskapet,
The Happenings,
FM Einheit,
Adolescents,
Arthur Verocai,
Blossom Toes,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Five Americans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Smiths,
Whodini,
Average White Band,
Nik Kershaw,
The J.B.'s,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Agitation Free,
Sonic Youth,
Eurythmics,
The Toasters,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Slits,
Jeff Mills,
The Golliwogs,
Siglo XX,
ABC,
Theoretical Girls,
Godley & Creme,
Negative Approach,
Soulsonic Force,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Isaac Hayes,
Chris & Cosey,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.