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 Yemen and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Grauzone to the jazz 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
the Human League,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Normal,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fad Gadget,
Television Personalities,
the Soft Cell,
Pole,
The Stooges,
The Doors,
kango's stein massive,
Kayak,
Scan 7,
Flipper,
Rapeman,
UT,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cowsills,
Camberwell Now,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Laurel Aitken,
Radio Birdman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eddi Front,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nik Kershaw,
The Smiths,
Delta 5,
In Retrospect,
Sparks,
Letta Mbulu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Pus,
Spoonie Gee,
Malaria!,
Nico,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Howard Jones,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Bananas,
Drexciya,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Smoke,
Panda Bear,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marc Almond,
Goldenarms,
Sex Pistols,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Das Ding,
The Count Five,
Slick Rick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Techniques,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.