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 Mongolia and from Manila.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Reuben Wilson,
Tom Boy,
Amon Düül II,
Radiohead,
JFA,
X-Ray Spex,
Chris & Cosey,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Young Marble Giants,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Idris Muhammad,
Blake Baxter,
The Smoke,
Qualms,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Metal Thangz,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Womack,
Arab on Radar,
The Modern Lovers,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Leaves,
Skarface,
Mr. Review,
Technova,
Banda Bassotti,
Khruangbin,
Donald Byrd,
The Trojans,
Slick Rick,
The Skatalites,
Yazoo,
Derrick Morgan,
Scrapy,
Ossler,
Dark Day,
Dennis Brown,
Little Man,
Drive Like Jehu,
H. Thieme,
Pierre Henry,
Sun City Girls,
The Saints,
Fluxion,
Eve St. Jones,
Pantytec,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Derrick May,
LL Cool J,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jawbox,
The Star Department,
the Slits,
the Fania All-Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
Average White Band,
Skriet,
Minutemen,
Deakin,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.