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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the crunk 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
H. Thieme,
Toni Rubio,
Roger Hodgson,
Cybotron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Adolescents,
Quantec,
LL Cool J,
Isaac Hayes,
June Days,
Jeff Mills,
Grey Daturas,
E-Dancer,
David McCallum,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aaron Thompson,
Radiohead,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Pus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pierre Henry,
David Bowie,
New York Dolls,
Dead Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alison Limerick,
Minor Threat,
The Divine Comedy,
The Invisible,
The Monks,
Bobby Sherman,
Slave,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nirvana,
the Slits,
Funkadelic,
The Cowsills,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Golliwogs,
Scott Walker,
Make Up,
The Residents,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Moon,
Quando Quango,
World's Most,
PIL,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Con Funk Shun,
Cymande,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Bananas,
The Kinks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Smoke,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.