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 Barbados 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gerry Rafferty to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Matthew Halsall,
Organ,
Fat Boys,
Wire,
Traffic Nightmare,
Reuben Wilson,
The Victims,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dennis Brown,
AZ,
The Motions,
Basic Channel,
The Cowsills,
Angry Samoans,
L. Decosne,
Jandek,
Idris Muhammad,
Donny Hathaway,
Sun Ra,
Das Ding,
Deepchord,
The Gun Club,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mad Mike,
Infiniti,
Bobby Sherman,
Youth Brigade,
Tommy Roe,
The Remains,
the Human League,
Joy Division,
Smog,
Charles Mingus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lower 48,
D'Angelo,
Anthony Braxton,
Eve St. Jones,
Camouflage,
Skriet,
Brand Nubian,
Moby Grape,
Liliput,
The Fuzztones,
Harry Pussy,
Guru Guru,
Con Funk Shun,
Mo-Dettes,
Alton Ellis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Archie Shepp,
Barry Ungar,
Alison Limerick,
Arthur Verocai,
The Misunderstood,
Q and Not U,
the Slits,
The Associates,
OOIOO,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Mojo Men,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.