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 India and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tears for Fears to the funk 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Vladislav Delay,
Newcleus,
Crime,
The Tremeloes,
Ultravox,
Pagans,
Scan 7,
Morten Harket,
Bush Tetras,
Wire,
X-102,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Angry Samoans,
Los Fastidios,
Ornette Coleman,
Wings,
Deadbeat,
The Count Five,
Aloha Tigers,
MDC,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gun Club,
Cameo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sun City Girls,
PIL,
Jandek,
Camberwell Now,
Rod Modell,
Al Stewart,
Todd Rundgren,
Bad Manners,
Jacques Brel,
Warren Ellis,
Graham Central Station,
Surgeon,
Kurtis Blow,
JFA,
The Wake,
The Birthday Party,
Zapp,
Slick Rick,
Wally Richardson,
Lucky Dragons,
Yusef Lateef,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Godley & Creme,
Minnie Riperton,
Glenn Branca,
The Human League,
Livin' Joy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Schoolly D,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Standells,
Scott Walker,
Colin Newman,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.