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 Chad and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar 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 Morten Harket to the punk 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sparks,
B.T. Express,
kango's stein massive,
Wally Richardson,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Mummies,
Jeff Lynne,
Chris & Cosey,
Goldenarms,
Unrelated Segments,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jimmy McGriff,
Whodini,
Buzzcocks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Derrick May,
The Raincoats,
Peter and Kerry,
John Lydon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Agent Orange,
Sixth Finger,
Second Layer,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eddi Front,
Isaac Hayes,
Idris Muhammad,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Country Teasers,
Dawn Penn,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Normal,
Piero Umiliani,
The Smoke,
Thee Headcoats,
L. Decosne,
The Gories,
The Sonics,
Yellowson,
Zapp,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Toasters,
The Residents,
The American Breed,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Real Kids,
Main Source,
Reagan Youth,
Echospace,
The Blues Magoos,
Soulsonic Force,
Scrapy,
Ponytail,
Tomorrow,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gap Band,
E-Dancer,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.