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 Sudan and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Roger Hodgson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
The Monks,
Crispy Ambulance,
June Days,
Chrome,
Chris & Cosey,
These Immortal Souls,
Desert Stars,
The Dirtbombs,
The Mojo Men,
Oblivians,
The Neon Judgement,
Hardrive,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pole,
Icehouse,
Section 25,
Lungfish,
The Monochrome Set,
Matthew Halsall,
Peter & Gordon,
Country Teasers,
Spandau Ballet,
UT,
Blancmange,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
EPMD,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Harmonia,
Vladislav Delay,
The Electric Prunes,
Dual Sessions,
Cecil Taylor,
Minny Pops,
Gang of Four,
Mad Mike,
Swell Maps,
Skaos,
Adolescents,
Unrelated Segments,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Sherman,
The Move,
The Motions,
Idris Muhammad,
Visage,
Mars,
Roy Ayers,
Tomorrow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sixth Finger,
James White and The Blacks,
Leonard Cohen,
Stereo Dub,
Camberwell Now,
Subhumans,
the Sonics,
Kas Product,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cluster,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Goldenarms,
ABBA,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.