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 Russia and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the crunk 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Loose Ends,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Pop Group,
New Order,
Morten Harket,
Slick Rick,
The Velvet Underground,
Drexciya,
Eric Dolphy,
Sun Ra,
Japan,
Fugazi,
Kevin Saunderson,
Zero Boys,
Heaven 17,
Mantronix,
Robert Görl,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pantytec,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lakeside,
the Germs,
La Düsseldorf,
Dave Gahan,
The Names,
The Mummies,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
L. Decosne,
Severed Heads,
Bill Wells,
Sun City Girls,
Swans,
Matthew Bourne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Q65,
Derrick Morgan,
Cecil Taylor,
The Vogues,
Massinfluence,
Curtis Mayfield,
James White and The Blacks,
These Immortal Souls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Magma,
Popol Vuh,
Tropical Tobacco,
Reuben Wilson,
The Smiths,
Godley & Creme,
Franke,
The Gladiators,
Terry Callier,
Little Man,
Steve Hackett,
Absolute Body Control,
Whodini,
The Smoke,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.