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 Netherlands and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Visage to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Gang of Four,
Massinfluence,
Jeff Lynne,
The Sonics,
Charles Mingus,
Barrington Levy,
June Days,
Joe Smooth,
ABBA,
The Fire Engines,
Eli Mardock,
Mantronix,
The Misunderstood,
The Seeds,
Interpol,
Chris & Cosey,
Nas,
Pussy Galore,
F. McDonald,
Henry Cow,
Symarip,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pole,
Pylon,
Scientists,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
R.M.O.,
Sound Behaviour,
Funky Four + One,
Supertramp,
David Axelrod,
The Saints,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deadbeat,
The Mojo Men,
Joe Finger,
Tom Boy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barry Ungar,
E-Dancer,
Little Man,
Second Layer,
Alphaville,
Can,
Reagan Youth,
Ronan,
Saccharine Trust,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-Ray Spex,
Funkadelic,
Joey Negro,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lalann,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rekid,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kerri Chandler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.