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 Malawi and from Johannesburg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet 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 Silicon Teens to the grime 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
the Human League,
Main Source,
Minutemen,
Supertramp,
Skarface,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brass Construction,
Model 500,
PIL,
Visage,
Severed Heads,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Womack,
The Sound,
Lower 48,
Howard Jones,
Tim Buckley,
The Dead C,
Quando Quango,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Knickerbockers,
Marmalade,
The Divine Comedy,
Skaos,
Thee Headcoats,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Max Romeo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Con Funk Shun,
Thompson Twins,
Nas,
Tres Demented,
Barrington Levy,
The Cowsills,
R.M.O.,
ABC,
Charles Mingus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Schoolly D,
The Victims,
Intrusion,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bronski Beat,
Alison Limerick,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Reed,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cameo,
The New Christs,
Babytalk,
China Crisis,
The Zeros,
Michelle Simonal,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wally Richardson,
Moss Icon,
These Immortal Souls,
Dark Day,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.