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 Burkina and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Raincoats to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Pantaleimon,
Television,
Jandek,
Kenny Larkin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camberwell Now,
Scott Walker,
Don Cherry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sister Nancy,
Arcadia,
Ituana,
the Human League,
Tommy Roe,
Robert Hood,
Bronski Beat,
Nico,
The Beau Brummels,
Malaria!,
The Durutti Column,
Gang Green,
Bill Wells,
Patti Smith,
Skaos,
Animal Collective,
Lower 48,
The Standells,
Michelle Simonal,
New Order,
The Martian,
The Seeds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Derrick May,
Eden Ahbez,
Deepchord,
Talk Talk,
Ornette Coleman,
The Motions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joey Negro,
Desert Stars,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cure,
Fear,
Visage,
Ossler,
The Cowsills,
The Blackbyrds,
Country Teasers,
Sällskapet,
Alice Coltrane,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cramps,
The Vogues,
The Busters,
The Residents,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minny Pops,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.