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 Mozambique and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Desert Stars to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blancmange,
The Misunderstood,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gregory Isaacs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brand Nubian,
Lyres,
Minor Threat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Smiths,
Simply Red,
X-102,
Dennis Brown,
Gang of Four,
Black Moon,
Absolute Body Control,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultravox,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eurythmics,
The Names,
The Gladiators,
Trumans Water,
Amon Düül II,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brick,
The Neon Judgement,
Shoche,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Y Pants,
Ralphi Rosario,
Clear Light,
Tim Buckley,
Davy DMX,
Soul II Soul,
Youth Brigade,
48th St. Collective,
The Music Machine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Raincoats,
Joe Smooth,
Crash Course in Science,
The Remains,
Cymande,
the Soft Cell,
Wolf Eyes,
Lower 48,
Harmonia,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Wake,
Maurizio,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cure,
Rapeman,
Donald Byrd,
The Mummies,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.