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 Germany and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 Gregory Isaacs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bronski Beat,
Boz Scaggs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sonny Sharrock,
Los Fastidios,
The Gladiators,
LL Cool J,
Connie Case,
Tubeway Army,
The Human League,
48th St. Collective,
Index,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Remains,
The Misunderstood,
Babytalk,
ABC,
Black Sheep,
Ludus,
The Golliwogs,
Piero Umiliani,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Icehouse,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Neil Young,
Crooked Eye,
Tomorrow,
The Smoke,
The Cowsills,
Main Source,
Junior Murvin,
Marc Almond,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Thee Headcoats,
Harmonia,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pussy Galore,
Lower 48,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aswad,
Cluster,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soft Cell,
Skaos,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pole,
Aaron Thompson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deepchord,
Schoolly D,
The Durutti Column,
Amon Düül II,
Quando Quango,
PIL,
cv313,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.