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 Congo and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Second Layer to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Robert Görl,
Dorothy Ashby,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Reed,
Buzzcocks,
Tres Demented,
Sarah Menescal,
Radio Birdman,
Scratch Acid,
Flash Fearless,
Gabor Szabo,
Dark Day,
Rites of Spring,
Nico,
The Angels of Light,
The Smiths,
Oneida,
Skaos,
Piero Umiliani,
The Golliwogs,
DJ Sneak,
Scrapy,
The Walker Brothers,
Johnny Clarke,
Cecil Taylor,
Little Man,
Arcadia,
Funky Four + One,
Inner City,
The Kinks,
The Knickerbockers,
Nik Kershaw,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Young Rascals,
Harpers Bizarre,
Livin' Joy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hardrive,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Slits,
Pylon,
T. Rex,
Eli Mardock,
Reuben Wilson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
X-Ray Spex,
Don Cherry,
Dead Boys,
The Fortunes,
Sister Nancy,
The Residents,
Matthew Halsall,
Wings,
Hoover,
Excepter,
Negative Approach,
Young Marble Giants,
Idris Muhammad,
The Red Krayola,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.