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 Saudi Arabia and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Alison Limerick to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Lou Christie,
Wasted Youth,
Ronnie Foster,
Arthur Verocai,
Panda Bear,
Electric Prunes,
Pole,
Yaz,
Vladislav Delay,
Yusef Lateef,
Kayak,
The Seeds,
Colin Newman,
Yazoo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The New Christs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Happenings,
Alison Limerick,
The Pretty Things,
Suburban Knight,
Monolake,
U.S. Maple,
The Remains,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Janne Schatter,
The Litter,
Wally Richardson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scrapy,
Shuggie Otis,
Shoche,
Warren Ellis,
Arab on Radar,
Gang Green,
The Birthday Party,
Gregory Isaacs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
David Bowie,
a-ha,
Thompson Twins,
Intrusion,
Rapeman,
The Moleskins,
Godley & Creme,
Organ,
The Flesh Eaters,
David Axelrod,
The Gories,
Ronan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Amon Düül II,
The Cramps,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roy Ayers,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.