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 Peru and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Severed Heads to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
John Coltrane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ken Boothe,
ABBA,
Junior Murvin,
Carl Craig,
Siglo XX,
Quando Quango,
Drexciya,
Pantytec,
Amon Düül II,
Iggy Pop,
Groovy Waters,
The Blues Magoos,
Scott Walker,
Robert Hood,
Derrick Morgan,
The Angels of Light,
Andrew Hill,
Bill Wells,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dual Sessions,
Brass Construction,
Fad Gadget,
The Red Krayola,
The Gories,
The Cure,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Prince Buster,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hot Snakes,
David Axelrod,
Arcadia,
These Immortal Souls,
Sparks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Massinfluence,
The Standells,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Young Marble Giants,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barrington Levy,
Marvin Gaye,
Moebius,
The Smoke,
Lungfish,
Cal Tjader,
The J.B.'s,
Dave Gahan,
Bill Near,
Tubeway Army,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Amon Düül,
Main Source,
FM Einheit,
Schoolly D,
Spoonie Gee,
Mars,
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.