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 Italy and from Salvador.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Skarface to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Fat Boys,
In Retrospect,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hasil Adkins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pere Ubu,
The United States of America,
Prince Buster,
Charles Mingus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ohio Players,
Ten City,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Bar-Kays,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Byrd,
Darondo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Can,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soft Cell,
Amon Düül II,
Electric Prunes,
Sonic Youth,
The Gories,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Das Ding,
The Misunderstood,
Davy DMX,
Inner City,
Roy Ayers,
Eurythmics,
E-Dancer,
Ultra Naté,
Trumans Water,
The Monks,
Simply Red,
Monolake,
Wolf Eyes,
The Golliwogs,
Junior Murvin,
The American Breed,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
MDC,
Gong,
Vladislav Delay,
The Searchers,
The Knickerbockers,
Urselle,
Lou Reed,
John Foxx,
Black Pus,
The Doors,
Rotary Connection,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.