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 Iceland and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 Sandy B to the electroclash 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Index,
Harpers Bizarre,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Buzzcocks,
Au Pairs,
Pole,
Dawn Penn,
Electric Prunes,
Bluetip,
Alphaville,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Faust,
The Barracudas,
The United States of America,
Agent Orange,
Pharoah Sanders,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roger Hodgson,
Alton Ellis,
Scott Walker,
Alice Coltrane,
John Lydon,
Colin Newman,
Aural Exciters,
Oblivians,
Von Mondo,
The Electric Prunes,
Wolf Eyes,
The Skatalites,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Faraquet,
Whodini,
Cal Tjader,
David Bowie,
Marc Almond,
Kenny Larkin,
Siglo XX,
The Cowsills,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rapeman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Section 25,
Swans,
Supertramp,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tubeway Army,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gun Club,
Easy Going,
Ultravox,
Dark Day,
Carl Craig,
Organ,
The Blackbyrds,
Talk Talk,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bush Tetras,
Boredoms,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.