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 Gambia and from Madrid.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Icehouse 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Dark Day,
Shoche,
The Blues Magoos,
Soulsonic Force,
Danielle Patucci,
Nils Olav,
Crash Course in Science,
Roy Ayers,
Brick,
Essential Logic,
The Smoke,
Kayak,
Stiv Bators,
Jacques Brel,
Sparks,
Moss Icon,
Roger Hodgson,
kango's stein massive,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Boogie Down Productions,
L. Decosne,
Von Mondo,
The Cramps,
Banda Bassotti,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Chris Corsano,
David McCallum,
Tubeway Army,
B.T. Express,
Public Enemy,
Colin Newman,
Eurythmics,
cv313,
The Happenings,
The Walker Brothers,
The Detroit Cobras,
R.M.O.,
The Grass Roots,
Al Stewart,
The Moleskins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pere Ubu,
Theoretical Girls,
Yellowson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ronnie Foster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Blossom Toes,
Yazoo,
Swell Maps,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cure,
Average White Band,
Los Fastidios,
Susan Cadogan,
The Monks,
Suicide,
The United States of America,
Second Layer,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.