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 Turkey and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the jazz 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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Tommy Roe,
Robert Görl,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tears for Fears,
Grauzone,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Wake,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Sonics,
Alphaville,
Television Personalities,
Cluster,
Chrome,
Warren Ellis,
The Modern Lovers,
Freddie Wadling,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sixth Finger,
Swell Maps,
Symarip,
Johnny Clarke,
Bootsy Collins,
Minny Pops,
Fad Gadget,
Flamin' Groovies,
New Age Steppers,
DJ Sneak,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Matthew Halsall,
John Coltrane,
The Golliwogs,
Pylon,
Black Bananas,
The Monks,
Wolf Eyes,
T. Rex,
Scan 7,
These Immortal Souls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lakeside,
Jawbox,
Angry Samoans,
Barrington Levy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Sound,
Motorama,
Adolescents,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Christie,
Wings,
Dorothy Ashby,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Germs,
The Zeros,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jeff Mills,
Delon & Dalcan,
LL Cool J,
ABBA,
Magma,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.