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 Rwanda and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 The Fugs to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Ten City,
Infiniti,
The Smiths,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sonny Sharrock,
10cc,
Fat Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
Nirvana,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roy Ayers,
Intrusion,
Godley & Creme,
Crash Course in Science,
Juan Atkins,
Echospace,
AZ,
The Fuzztones,
Moebius,
Nick Fraelich,
Joyce Sims,
Pierre Henry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mo-Dettes,
Faraquet,
The Techniques,
Delta 5,
Public Enemy,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Walker Brothers,
Kayak,
Audionom,
Terrestrial Tones,
Surgeon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Skaos,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wally Richardson,
Minor Threat,
Albert Ayler,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Reuben Wilson,
Animal Collective,
8 Eyed Spy,
a-ha,
Soft Cell,
Cheater Slicks,
Smog,
Mission of Burma,
LL Cool J,
the Slits,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mantronix,
Procol Harum,
One Last Wish,
Masters at Work,
Aswad,
Judy Mowatt,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.