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 Bulgaria and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Sparks,
The Count Five,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Evens,
Vainqueur,
The Doors,
Porter Ricks,
Ultravox,
Crash Course in Science,
Brass Construction,
Saccharine Trust,
Das Ding,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camouflage,
D'Angelo,
Second Layer,
Dave Gahan,
Vladislav Delay,
the Swans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jawbox,
Joe Smooth,
Royal Trux,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Quantec,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tomorrow,
Lungfish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Monks,
Mo-Dettes,
Donny Hathaway,
Curtis Mayfield,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nik Kershaw,
Fat Boys,
Sandy B,
8 Eyed Spy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Los Fastidios,
Unwound,
Harry Pussy,
Sarah Menescal,
Cecil Taylor,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
June of 44,
Inner City,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Amon Düül II,
One Last Wish,
Ten City,
Anthony Braxton,
Minny Pops,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Associates,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.