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 Egypt and from Copenhagen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 MC5 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kas Product,
Tommy Roe,
Liliput,
Deakin,
Soulsonic Force,
Sarah Menescal,
John Holt,
Barbara Tucker,
Magazine,
Flamin' Groovies,
Monolake,
Rapeman,
Livin' Joy,
Ossler,
Skaos,
Cameo,
Janne Schatter,
Y Pants,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Black Dice,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Visage,
Cluster,
Godley & Creme,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Bar-Kays,
Robert Hood,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tomorrow,
X-101,
Sparks,
Bronski Beat,
Quadrant,
the Swans,
DJ Sneak,
The Dirtbombs,
The Smoke,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fall,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Christie,
Gregory Isaacs,
Oneida,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eric Dolphy,
Tim Buckley,
David Bowie,
PIL,
Mars,
Barrington Levy,
Barry Ungar,
Aural Exciters,
Maleditus Sound,
10cc,
Arcadia,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.