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 Venezuela and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Flipper 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Kevin Saunderson,
Swell Maps,
The Neon Judgement,
Infiniti,
World's Most,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bush Tetras,
T.S.O.L.,
Franke,
Freddie Wadling,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
kango's stein massive,
China Crisis,
Harry Pussy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Underground Resistance,
Joy Division,
Japan,
Susan Cadogan,
Anakelly,
Suicide,
The Fuzztones,
Lee Hazlewood,
Erasure,
Little Man,
Donald Byrd,
X-101,
The Vogues,
Josef K,
Eve St. Jones,
Marvin Gaye,
The Stooges,
Nick Fraelich,
Neu!,
Camouflage,
Matthew Halsall,
10cc,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soulsonic Force,
Blancmange,
Metal Thangz,
Average White Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pet Shop Boys,
Guru Guru,
The Electric Prunes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Throbbing Gristle,
DJ Sneak,
The Litter,
The Slackers,
Ludus,
Au Pairs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tomorrow,
John Coltrane,
Y Pants,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.