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 Ireland and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
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 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 Royal Trux to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ossler,
Bronski Beat,
Dark Day,
Roy Ayers,
Sarah Menescal,
Oneida,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minor Threat,
Lee Hazlewood,
La Düsseldorf,
Dave Gahan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Colin Newman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Piero Umiliani,
R.M.O.,
Pagans,
Stereo Dub,
John Holt,
Rekid,
Scan 7,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stetsasonic,
The Divine Comedy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
AZ,
Archie Shepp,
Glenn Branca,
John Coltrane,
Gang of Four,
The Mojo Men,
Ken Boothe,
Letta Mbulu,
Hoover,
Cecil Taylor,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deadbeat,
Make Up,
B.T. Express,
The Beau Brummels,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Standells,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Dead C,
Gang Gang Dance,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Max Romeo,
Davy DMX,
Das Ding,
Lindisfarne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Judy Mowatt,
The Human League,
Roger Hodgson,
H. Thieme,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Byrd,
The Slackers,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.