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 Nigeria and from Hong Kong.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bobby Byrd to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Yellowson,
Hasil Adkins,
The Dead C,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Henry Cow,
R.M.O.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Grauzone,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Sherman,
Altered Images,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tomorrow,
Bootsy Collins,
China Crisis,
ABBA,
Flash Fearless,
Anthony Braxton,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Steve Hackett,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aaron Thompson,
Minor Threat,
Public Image Ltd.,
Arab on Radar,
Inner City,
Agent Orange,
PIL,
Don Cherry,
Terry Callier,
Fatback Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Fugazi,
Donald Byrd,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Banda Bassotti,
Bush Tetras,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
a-ha,
Janne Schatter,
X-Ray Spex,
The Index,
10cc,
Pagans,
Archie Shepp,
The Sound,
the Slits,
Eric Dolphy,
The Velvet Underground,
Niagra,
Kaleidoscope,
John Lydon,
Ponytail,
Tears for Fears,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Amazonics,
Loose Ends,
Unwound,
Angry Samoans,
Harry Pussy,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.