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 Tonga and from Toronto.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bill Near to the crunk 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Susan Cadogan,
The Real Kids,
The Divine Comedy,
Ice-T,
The Martian,
Loose Ends,
Severed Heads,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
kango's stein massive,
cv313,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Heaven 17,
The Offenders,
The Cramps,
Maleditus Sound,
Pantytec,
Los Fastidios,
Danielle Patucci,
Colin Newman,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fortunes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Happenings,
Man Parrish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sällskapet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Golliwogs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kerrie Biddell,
Althea and Donna,
John Coltrane,
Sparks,
Dark Day,
The Kinks,
Depeche Mode,
The Motions,
Infiniti,
Saccharine Trust,
Outsiders,
The Gories,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric Copeland,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sugar Minott,
Fat Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Modern Lovers,
Excepter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Motorama,
Zero Boys,
Deadbeat,
Sister Nancy,
Marc Almond,
Amon Düül,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Leaves,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.