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 Malaysia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 Negative Approach to the grunge 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Maleditus Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
CMW,
Johnny Clarke,
Dual Sessions,
The Wake,
The Kinks,
The Gun Club,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hot Snakes,
Tears for Fears,
Accadde A,
Cymande,
Y Pants,
Brick,
Robert Wyatt,
Patti Smith,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jeff Mills,
Sparks,
L. Decosne,
Max Romeo,
Arab on Radar,
Iggy Pop,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joe Finger,
Sun City Girls,
Silicon Teens,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dead Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
Vladislav Delay,
Don Cherry,
Fluxion,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Human League,
Charles Mingus,
Chrome,
Hashim,
Gang Starr,
Agent Orange,
Agitation Free,
Sugar Minott,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kayak,
Heaven 17,
Althea and Donna,
Graham Central Station,
Funkadelic,
Panda Bear,
The Fortunes,
Barbara Tucker,
Young Marble Giants,
The Techniques,
Swell Maps,
The Motions,
Electric Prunes,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.