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 Haiti and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
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 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 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 The Walker Brothers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Warsaw,
Bobby Womack,
The Seeds,
Donald Byrd,
Thee Headcoats,
Nas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Saints,
T.S.O.L.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Boz Scaggs,
Wasted Youth,
Joy Division,
Guru Guru,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Robert Görl,
Rosa Yemen,
Surgeon,
Nico,
The Five Americans,
Black Pus,
Fatback Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roger Hodgson,
Essential Logic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
New Order,
Camouflage,
The Associates,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Byron Stingily,
The Last Poets,
Blancmange,
Grauzone,
Pierre Henry,
Urselle,
John Holt,
Groovy Waters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Malaria!,
Roxy Music,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ossler,
The Toasters,
The Standells,
Max Romeo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Litter,
The Modern Lovers,
Harmonia,
Scott Walker,
Pantytec,
Black Flag,
The Golliwogs,
Quantec,
Kerrie Biddell,
Masters at Work,
Patti Smith,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.