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 Samoa and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Soft Cell 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Chris Corsano,
Hot Snakes,
Reagan Youth,
E-Dancer,
Leonard Cohen,
The Zeros,
Patti Smith,
The Kinks,
Bluetip,
Little Man,
The Offenders,
The Leaves,
T.S.O.L.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sparks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Vogues,
Ohio Players,
Ludus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Agent Orange,
The Techniques,
Fear,
Wasted Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
Laurel Aitken,
Kaleidoscope,
Accadde A,
The Searchers,
Lakeside,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Visage,
The Invisible,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Heaven 17,
Ossler,
Mo-Dettes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Clear Light,
cv313,
Eli Mardock,
The Blackbyrds,
Magma,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
PIL,
The Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jandek,
Television,
John Coltrane,
Anthony Braxton,
Sex Pistols,
Gichy Dan,
June of 44,
Animal Collective,
Goldenarms,
Tim Buckley,
The Buckinghams,
Talk Talk,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.