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 Nicaragua and from Bremen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar 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 Mandrill to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tears for Fears,
Monks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter and Kerry,
H. Thieme,
Sun City Girls,
Cal Tjader,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Lydon,
The Names,
Mad Mike,
Fad Gadget,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cybotron,
B.T. Express,
R.M.O.,
The Smiths,
Desert Stars,
The Gun Club,
Dave Gahan,
Boz Scaggs,
Ossler,
The Buckinghams,
Marvin Gaye,
Tres Demented,
Roxy Music,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bob Dylan,
Eddi Front,
The Monks,
John Cale,
X-102,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
OOIOO,
Oblivians,
LL Cool J,
Jeff Lynne,
Arab on Radar,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pantytec,
Janne Schatter,
Anakelly,
Quantec,
Avey Tare,
Brick,
Lou Christie,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Toni Rubio,
The Seeds,
Stiv Bators,
Faraquet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fugs,
June Days,
The Real Kids,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lindisfarne,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.