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 Zimbabwe and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 Suburban Knight to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Michelle Simonal,
Babytalk,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Foxx,
Livin' Joy,
Matthew Bourne,
Newcleus,
Johnny Osbourne,
MC5,
The Cure,
Thee Headcoats,
Arthur Verocai,
Deepchord,
The Walker Brothers,
Roger Hodgson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Siglo XX,
LL Cool J,
Pylon,
48th St. Collective,
The Neon Judgement,
10cc,
Model 500,
the Sonics,
Joe Finger,
D'Angelo,
Roy Ayers,
The Wake,
Wasted Youth,
Lower 48,
Pussy Galore,
Scientists,
the Normal,
Kayak,
Minnie Riperton,
The Remains,
EPMD,
Aswad,
Peter & Gordon,
Soft Machine,
Severed Heads,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eve St. Jones,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alphaville,
Main Source,
Joy Division,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Christie,
Goldenarms,
Mars,
Spandau Ballet,
Negative Approach,
Ornette Coleman,
Marvin Gaye,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
E-Dancer,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
B.T. Express,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.