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 Kuwait and from Delhi.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Whodini to the techno 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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Groovy Waters,
LL Cool J,
John Lydon,
Rosa Yemen,
The Knickerbockers,
Au Pairs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lindisfarne,
Scott Walker,
The Martian,
D'Angelo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gichy Dan,
Los Fastidios,
Massinfluence,
Amazonics,
Intrusion,
Radiopuhelimet,
Talk Talk,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Dirtbombs,
The Saints,
Henry Cow,
Jandek,
Youth Brigade,
David Axelrod,
Swans,
The Associates,
Chris Corsano,
Accadde A,
Thee Headcoats,
Bill Near,
Barry Ungar,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boredoms,
Ice-T,
Radiohead,
Todd Rundgren,
Sex Pistols,
Al Stewart,
Soulsonic Force,
Colin Newman,
Faraquet,
Fela Kuti,
The Slits,
Stockholm Monsters,
Arthur Verocai,
Iggy Pop,
Erykah Badu,
Janne Schatter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joe Smooth,
Marvin Gaye,
Organ,
Negative Approach,
Average White Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gories,
Main Source,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.