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 East Timor and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron 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 Outsiders to the rock 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Absolute Body Control,
Terrestrial Tones,
Newcleus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eden Ahbez,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed,
Chris & Cosey,
Desert Stars,
Con Funk Shun,
The Smiths,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Holt,
The Neon Judgement,
The Raincoats,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cure,
Graham Central Station,
Camberwell Now,
Barbara Tucker,
Scott Walker,
The J.B.'s,
Scratch Acid,
Eli Mardock,
the Fania All-Stars,
Accadde A,
The Searchers,
10cc,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Monks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rekid,
The Moody Blues,
Ludus,
Bronski Beat,
Cymande,
X-101,
Sam Rivers,
Tubeway Army,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Dead C,
The Vogues,
Steve Hackett,
Leonard Cohen,
Chrome,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Monks,
Crooked Eye,
T. Rex,
Altered Images,
Patti Smith,
Animal Collective,
David Axelrod,
Cal Tjader,
Buzzcocks,
Cameo,
The American Breed,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.