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 Guatemala and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the grunge 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Grass Roots,
Agent Orange,
Sällskapet,
Bill Near,
Grey Daturas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
X-Ray Spex,
Scan 7,
Mr. Review,
Mary Jane Girls,
Little Man,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wally Richardson,
Das Ding,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Adolescents,
Tommy Roe,
Au Pairs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Archie Shepp,
Altered Images,
The Smoke,
Delon & Dalcan,
Chrome,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gories,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Second Layer,
Maurizio,
Aaron Thompson,
Eric Dolphy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Modern Lovers,
Shuggie Otis,
a-ha,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eden Ahbez,
Ronan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joyce Sims,
The Sound,
Make Up,
Soul II Soul,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Public Enemy,
EPMD,
Johnny Clarke,
John Lydon,
Cybotron,
China Crisis,
The Buckinghams,
Roy Ayers,
The Barracudas,
Deakin,
Davy DMX,
Soul Sonic Force,
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.