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 Cape Verde and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Anakelly to the electroclash 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
H. Thieme,
The Searchers,
Man Parrish,
The Techniques,
Heaven 17,
Amazonics,
JFA,
Alice Coltrane,
Mandrill,
Andrew Hill,
10cc,
Lindisfarne,
Funky Four + One,
The Standells,
Bush Tetras,
The Real Kids,
Niagra,
Whodini,
The Cramps,
The Slackers,
The Associates,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Anthony Braxton,
Radio Birdman,
Rekid,
Cheater Slicks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Archie Shepp,
Q65,
Rotary Connection,
Maleditus Sound,
The Sonics,
Todd Terry,
Cecil Taylor,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Henry Cow,
the Human League,
Hoover,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Warsaw,
Mark Hollis,
The Barracudas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brand Nubian,
Matthew Halsall,
Pylon,
Jerry's Kids,
Johnny Clarke,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nirvana,
Little Man,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Modern Lovers,
Letta Mbulu,
Maurizio,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.