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 Samoa and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
The Mojo Men,
Kas Product,
The Cramps,
La Düsseldorf,
Wally Richardson,
Brothers Johnson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Colin Newman,
David Axelrod,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bronski Beat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Quadrant,
Scientists,
Pantytec,
Soul II Soul,
The Sonics,
Animal Collective,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Reagan Youth,
Ronan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Maurizio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fire Engines,
L. Decosne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nico,
The Modern Lovers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Massinfluence,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Steve Hackett,
Rakim,
Toni Rubio,
Negative Approach,
Magma,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Skriet,
10cc,
Barclay James Harvest,
Henry Cow,
Don Cherry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Magazine,
Kayak,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eric Copeland,
Wings,
Los Fastidios,
Deakin,
Tom Boy,
Circle Jerks,
Aswad,
R.M.O.,
Flamin' Groovies,
Surgeon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Symarip,
X-102,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.