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 Albania and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Sparks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
The Misunderstood,
Funkadelic,
Tim Buckley,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Pop Group,
Surgeon,
Minnie Riperton,
Flash Fearless,
T. Rex,
Lower 48,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Grass Roots,
EPMD,
Amazonics,
Hot Snakes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eric Copeland,
The Gap Band,
Monolake,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Essential Logic,
Roger Hodgson,
Spoonie Gee,
MC5,
Fat Boys,
Agent Orange,
The Leaves,
Massinfluence,
Das Ding,
The Index,
The Gories,
Dawn Penn,
John Coltrane,
New Age Steppers,
The Red Krayola,
Mission of Burma,
Pole,
Accadde A,
Mark Hollis,
Half Japanese,
Bluetip,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tears for Fears,
UT,
Silicon Teens,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Magma,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alice Coltrane,
Scientists,
The Angels of Light,
Sixth Finger,
Electric Prunes,
Yaz,
Whodini,
X-102,
Robert Görl,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.