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 Costa Rica and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron 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 Gastr Del Sol to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys 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?
Tubeway Army,
Mandrill,
The Fall,
Banda Bassotti,
David McCallum,
Steve Hackett,
Derrick May,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Moody Blues,
Mantronix,
Brass Construction,
In Retrospect,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Misunderstood,
Minnie Riperton,
Johnny Clarke,
The Names,
Lalann,
MDC,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sonny Sharrock,
K-Klass,
Slave,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Warren Ellis,
T.S.O.L.,
Groovy Waters,
E-Dancer,
Monks,
kango's stein massive,
Aswad,
Marine Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Peter & Gordon,
Average White Band,
The Kinks,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Martian,
Rekid,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Maurizio,
Michelle Simonal,
Angry Samoans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Das Ding,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fuzztones,
Tomorrow,
Graham Central Station,
L. Decosne,
Ossler,
The Seeds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Simply Red,
Mark Hollis,
Man Parrish,
Chris Corsano,
The Fortunes,
Outsiders,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.