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 Lesotho and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fortunes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
La Düsseldorf,
Susan Cadogan,
The Five Americans,
The Mummies,
Young Marble Giants,
Popol Vuh,
The Neon Judgement,
Leonard Cohen,
Roxette,
The Happenings,
Theoretical Girls,
Quantec,
Brass Construction,
Sam Rivers,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roxy Music,
John Coltrane,
Mantronix,
Simply Red,
Smog,
Mary Jane Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Visage,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lee Hazlewood,
Procol Harum,
The Velvet Underground,
Johnny Clarke,
Bush Tetras,
Blossom Toes,
Harmonia,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sun Ra,
Nils Olav,
The Real Kids,
Youth Brigade,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mandrill,
The Detroit Cobras,
Chris Corsano,
Jeff Mills,
Ronnie Foster,
kango's stein massive,
Isaac Hayes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Blancmange,
KRS-One,
Jimmy McGriff,
Morten Harket,
Qualms,
The Gories,
Cybotron,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fire Engines,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.