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 Niger and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Moody Blues to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Guru Guru,
Warren Ellis,
Y Pants,
Amon Düül,
The Residents,
Brass Construction,
the Association,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grandmaster Flash,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Black Dice,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Music Machine,
Anakelly,
Excepter,
The Wake,
Schoolly D,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Görl,
Stiv Bators,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soul II Soul,
Tim Buckley,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mars,
The Star Department,
The Golliwogs,
The Pretty Things,
Crime,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pagans,
Tommy Roe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cramps,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Normal,
Hot Snakes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sonic Youth,
Soft Cell,
Groovy Waters,
Metal Thangz,
La Düsseldorf,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sex Pistols,
Visage,
Ultra Naté,
Robert Wyatt,
Alice Coltrane,
Henry Cow,
Half Japanese,
The Count Five,
Stetsasonic,
Mr. Review,
kango's stein massive,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hashim,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.