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 El Salvador and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger 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?
Von Mondo,
DNA,
The Litter,
Marc Almond,
Monks,
Mission of Burma,
Ponytail,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Womack,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ronnie Foster,
Reuben Wilson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Groovy Waters,
Youth Brigade,
Quando Quango,
The Mummies,
James White and The Blacks,
Kayak,
F. McDonald,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Skatalites,
The Black Dice,
The Offenders,
Faust,
Alphaville,
Joe Finger,
Wire,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Freddie Wadling,
Fugazi,
Ludus,
This Heat,
Delta 5,
The Smiths,
Rekid,
The Seeds,
Don Cherry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ornette Coleman,
Lakeside,
Absolute Body Control,
Josef K,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Talk Talk,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soul II Soul,
The Tremeloes,
Morten Harket,
Jandek,
Television Personalities,
The Gladiators,
the Sonics,
Warren Ellis,
World's Most,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crime,
Skarface,
The Star Department,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Grass Roots,
Peter and Kerry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.