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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 In Retrospect to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Excepter,
David McCallum,
Hoover,
Marine Girls,
Deadbeat,
Josef K,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gil Scott Heron,
LL Cool J,
The Remains,
Soulsonic Force,
T. Rex,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The American Breed,
Sight & Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
Zero Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Pop Group,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grauzone,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mo-Dettes,
Absolute Body Control,
Bush Tetras,
The Cramps,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Anthony Braxton,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Amon Düül,
Idris Muhammad,
Todd Terry,
Davy DMX,
the Slits,
Rotary Connection,
Wolf Eyes,
OOIOO,
Agent Orange,
Sun City Girls,
Outsiders,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Henry Cow,
Andrew Hill,
Glambeats Corp.,
Skaos,
Lucky Dragons,
Leonard Cohen,
Sparks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Morten Harket,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ornette Coleman,
Masters at Work,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bill Wells,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Panda Bear,
Yellowson,
the Human League,
Barbara Tucker,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Goldenarms,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.