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 Senegal and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Searchers to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Sonics,
Brothers Johnson,
Agent Orange,
Can,
Marc Almond,
Darondo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aaron Thompson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
8 Eyed Spy,
Y Pants,
F. McDonald,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rosa Yemen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fluxion,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Christie,
John Coltrane,
Guru Guru,
The Buckinghams,
Scratch Acid,
Blake Baxter,
Faraquet,
The Fire Engines,
Echospace,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Adolescents,
Young Marble Giants,
Brass Construction,
Organ,
H. Thieme,
Sixth Finger,
Negative Approach,
Mission of Burma,
Carl Craig,
Gabor Szabo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jeff Lynne,
Loose Ends,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Quantec,
Pierre Henry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Zero Boys,
Flash Fearless,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sister Nancy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Average White Band,
Sun Ra,
Freddie Wadling,
OOIOO,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Procol Harum,
Sällskapet,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.