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 Liechtenstein and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Easy Going to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat 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?
Pierre Henry,
Urselle,
Cheater Slicks,
Massinfluence,
Lightning Bolt,
Second Layer,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rakim,
Pulsallama,
Slick Rick,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Grass Roots,
Mars,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang Green,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fugazi,
Sarah Menescal,
Scientists,
The Knickerbockers,
The Kinks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bob Dylan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Human League,
the Normal,
Can,
Ultimate Spinach,
E-Dancer,
Quando Quango,
Hasil Adkins,
Cal Tjader,
The Pretty Things,
The Dave Clark Five,
Warsaw,
Q65,
Joyce Sims,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marmalade,
Aswad,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Youth Brigade,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Index,
Stereo Dub,
Saccharine Trust,
Cecil Taylor,
Pylon,
Kas Product,
Funky Four + One,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Slits,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Standells,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Bar-Kays,
Eurythmics,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Sherman,
The Remains,
the Association,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.