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 Pakistan and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Amazonics to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Idris Muhammad,
Lyres,
Bill Near,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Wake,
the Human League,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Smog,
Don Cherry,
This Heat,
Al Stewart,
The Blues Magoos,
Chris & Cosey,
The Angels of Light,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Leaves,
The Gap Band,
Alison Limerick,
Whodini,
The Real Kids,
Marmalade,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Swell Maps,
The United States of America,
Malaria!,
The Smiths,
The Kinks,
Blossom Toes,
Black Sheep,
Sonic Youth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Trumans Water,
The Raincoats,
Tommy Roe,
Moebius,
Hasil Adkins,
Oblivians,
Erasure,
Sex Pistols,
Tres Demented,
Amon Düül II,
ABBA,
Severed Heads,
Interpol,
FM Einheit,
H. Thieme,
Matthew Bourne,
The Slackers,
Harry Pussy,
Quando Quango,
Pole,
The Gories,
The Red Krayola,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Slave,
Quadrant,
Josef K,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.