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 Benin and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bobby Byrd to the disco 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Moleskins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Infiniti,
Stetsasonic,
Barrington Levy,
Monolake,
Crime,
The Birthday Party,
10cc,
The Real Kids,
the Sonics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Reed,
Arthur Verocai,
The J.B.'s,
This Heat,
Eurythmics,
X-101,
Livin' Joy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Second Layer,
Pylon,
Mission of Burma,
Ice-T,
Black Flag,
The Pretty Things,
Goldenarms,
Sixth Finger,
MC5,
The Happenings,
The Saints,
D'Angelo,
Interpol,
Los Fastidios,
Soft Cell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alice Coltrane,
Pantaleimon,
Alphaville,
Neu!,
Gong,
Pantytec,
Pussy Galore,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brick,
The Black Dice,
Rakim,
Absolute Body Control,
the Soft Cell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marmalade,
Connie Case,
Eric Dolphy,
Circle Jerks,
Sonic Youth,
Bob Dylan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joensuu 1685,
Thee Headcoats,
Pole,
Saccharine Trust,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.