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 Burundi and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Freddie Wadling to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Q65,
Alphaville,
The Count Five,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cymande,
Shuggie Otis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wasted Youth,
Joensuu 1685,
Anthony Braxton,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Sherman,
Au Pairs,
AZ,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Germs,
Absolute Body Control,
Drive Like Jehu,
DNA,
Rufus Thomas,
U.S. Maple,
Mary Jane Girls,
DJ Style,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Christie,
Sugar Minott,
Barry Ungar,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Grass Roots,
The Shadows of Knight,
Terry Callier,
Jesper Dahlback,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Robert Wyatt,
Susan Cadogan,
KRS-One,
Pantytec,
Joe Smooth,
Agitation Free,
Kayak,
Soft Machine,
Icehouse,
Black Pus,
Roger Hodgson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Slits,
Rakim,
Sonny Sharrock,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Symarip,
Lindisfarne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
June of 44,
Chrome,
In Retrospect,
The Names,
Morten Harket,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.