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 Netherlands and from Mexico City.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Dead Boys,
The Busters,
Excepter,
Blake Baxter,
Lungfish,
Tommy Roe,
Nation of Ulysses,
Harmonia,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Pus,
June of 44,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rosa Yemen,
The Music Machine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Vogues,
Dawn Penn,
Bauhaus,
cv313,
Joensuu 1685,
Average White Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bill Wells,
Bang On A Can,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dual Sessions,
Surgeon,
John Foxx,
Black Flag,
Organ,
Davy DMX,
the Soft Cell,
Minor Threat,
Black Sheep,
Danielle Patucci,
Kool Moe Dee,
Janne Schatter,
Procol Harum,
Popol Vuh,
Sparks,
Alison Limerick,
Simply Red,
Susan Cadogan,
Flipper,
Young Marble Giants,
Mary Jane Girls,
Urselle,
Althea and Donna,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Al Stewart,
Kayak,
Flash Fearless,
Rites of Spring,
Bad Manners,
the Slits,
Dorothy Ashby,
Drive Like Jehu,
Desert Stars,
Ronnie Foster,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.