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 Thailand and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Robert Palmer 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 Chris & Cosey to the techno 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Second Layer,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Youth Brigade,
Cameo,
Tim Buckley,
Khruangbin,
UT,
Country Teasers,
the Association,
The Neon Judgement,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Human League,
Al Stewart,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mr. Review,
The Walker Brothers,
Crash Course in Science,
Whodini,
Eli Mardock,
Hot Snakes,
Deadbeat,
Susan Cadogan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Arab on Radar,
Banda Bassotti,
Eddi Front,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Inner City,
Black Sheep,
The Victims,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lightning Bolt,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Electric Prunes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Au Pairs,
Gang of Four,
The Fortunes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kenny Larkin,
The Litter,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Buckinghams,
The Barracudas,
David Bowie,
Moebius,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Michelle Simonal,
The Toasters,
Henry Cow,
Tomorrow,
The Dave Clark Five,
Freddie Wadling,
MDC,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fall,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.