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 Seychelles and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 Nico to the grunge 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Scientists,
Fad Gadget,
Brick,
Johnny Clarke,
Man Parrish,
The Associates,
Hoover,
The Trojans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dennis Brown,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Matthew Halsall,
Iggy Pop,
Pantytec,
Fear,
The Motions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare,
X-101,
Amon Düül,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Parry Music,
Bill Near,
The Gladiators,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jacques Brel,
CMW,
Scion,
Gichy Dan,
EPMD,
Amazonics,
Masters at Work,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fortunes,
Sandy B,
The Grass Roots,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
This Heat,
The Music Machine,
Scott Walker,
The Zeros,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
KRS-One,
Eurythmics,
Soul Sonic Force,
Funkadelic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jimmy McGriff,
Graham Central Station,
Make Up,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joy Division,
Interpol,
Intrusion,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.