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 Turkmenistan 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Subhumans to the techno 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Crime,
The Saints,
Can,
Wally Richardson,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fugs,
Bootsy Collins,
Graham Central Station,
Siglo XX,
kango's stein massive,
Metal Thangz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cure,
Tom Boy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Amon Düül,
Albert Ayler,
The Cramps,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Saccharine Trust,
the Association,
Animal Collective,
Aural Exciters,
Oblivians,
PIL,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bluetip,
Little Man,
Gil Scott Heron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Outsiders,
Magma,
James White and The Blacks,
H. Thieme,
Ludus,
In Retrospect,
Boz Scaggs,
Maleditus Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Y Pants,
Chris Corsano,
Country Teasers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Amazonics,
A Certain Ratio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Litter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Goldenarms,
Black Flag,
Eddi Front,
Minny Pops,
Absolute Body Control,
Average White Band,
Cameo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fugazi,
The Grass Roots,
Derrick May,
Tomorrow,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.