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 Tunisia and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 China Crisis to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Eve St. Jones,
Brothers Johnson,
Stereo Dub,
The Cowsills,
Albert Ayler,
Harmonia,
Q and Not U,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jeff Lynne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dual Sessions,
Massinfluence,
Lee Hazlewood,
Flipper,
Soulsonic Force,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The J.B.'s,
This Heat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joy Division,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Womack,
Bush Tetras,
Pylon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Standells,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Dirtbombs,
Sam Rivers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tomorrow,
Kool Moe Dee,
OOIOO,
Dennis Brown,
Mantronix,
The Velvet Underground,
Laurel Aitken,
the Fania All-Stars,
Little Man,
Half Japanese,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kenny Larkin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nirvana,
Ronan,
Kayak,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Chris Corsano,
D'Angelo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pharoah Sanders,
In Retrospect,
Slave,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Görl,
Amazonics,
Mo-Dettes,
The Electric Prunes,
The Flesh Eaters,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.