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 Libya and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe 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 Livin' Joy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
John Foxx,
The Wake,
Grey Daturas,
The Mojo Men,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Names,
Bluetip,
James White and The Blacks,
Avey Tare,
Eric Dolphy,
Pantaleimon,
Sam Rivers,
Jeff Mills,
The Birthday Party,
Jawbox,
Eric Copeland,
Chris & Cosey,
Rhythm & Sound,
Motorama,
The Selecter,
Hashim,
Scion,
Agitation Free,
June of 44,
Skriet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rapeman,
Pere Ubu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barclay James Harvest,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cowsills,
Lungfish,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultra Naté,
Dead Boys,
Black Pus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Zapp,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Divine Comedy,
DJ Sneak,
The Golliwogs,
David Axelrod,
Organ,
The Pop Group,
New York Dolls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Dirtbombs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Janne Schatter,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Doors,
New Age Steppers,
Half Japanese,
Lou Christie,
Loose Ends,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Angels of Light,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.