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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Television to the punk 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Severed Heads,
John Holt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cybotron,
Boz Scaggs,
The Zeros,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fugs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Make Up,
Josef K,
Sarah Menescal,
Animal Collective,
Faust,
Blake Baxter,
PIL,
The Fall,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Maleditus Sound,
Bill Near,
Sound Behaviour,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brand Nubian,
Fad Gadget,
Ultravox,
Eurythmics,
Sällskapet,
Nas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Delon & Dalcan,
Vladislav Delay,
Ronan,
JFA,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bauhaus,
Rites of Spring,
Donny Hathaway,
Surgeon,
Steve Hackett,
Joe Smooth,
The Star Department,
The United States of America,
Gang Starr,
Bluetip,
Theoretical Girls,
Masters at Work,
The Toasters,
Scion,
Eric Copeland,
Crispy Ambulance,
Todd Rundgren,
The Count Five,
Country Teasers,
Neu!,
Pole,
Wally Richardson,
The Misunderstood,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.