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 Cambodia and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 David McCallum to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
The Residents,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Germs,
Brand Nubian,
Joy Division,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kurtis Blow,
Kerrie Biddell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
This Heat,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Sound,
Vainqueur,
Audionom,
Tubeway Army,
Yazoo,
Danielle Patucci,
Joe Finger,
Susan Cadogan,
Stetsasonic,
Qualms,
Sun Ra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cowsills,
Kool Moe Dee,
Flipper,
Spandau Ballet,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Visage,
Eden Ahbez,
10cc,
The Evens,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Easy Going,
The Last Poets,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barry Ungar,
Outsiders,
The Beau Brummels,
Ice-T,
Godley & Creme,
Rosa Yemen,
Joe Smooth,
kango's stein massive,
The Remains,
ABBA,
Moby Grape,
Cameo,
Banda Bassotti,
the Soft Cell,
the Fania All-Stars,
Matthew Halsall,
Saccharine Trust,
David McCallum,
Yellowson,
Eve St. Jones,
Theoretical Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.