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 Poland and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 EPMD to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Lalann,
Laurel Aitken,
Patti Smith,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Derrick Morgan,
E-Dancer,
Tears for Fears,
Wasted Youth,
The Barracudas,
DNA,
Wire,
Black Flag,
Jacob Miller,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Boz Scaggs,
Joensuu 1685,
The Sound,
T. Rex,
Rod Modell,
Marine Girls,
Fear,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scion,
Man Eating Sloth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gong,
Vainqueur,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Beau Brummels,
Quantec,
Ituana,
John Coltrane,
T.S.O.L.,
Model 500,
Curtis Mayfield,
Los Fastidios,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wolf Eyes,
The Modern Lovers,
Boredoms,
Arcadia,
Shuggie Otis,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
LL Cool J,
James White and The Blacks,
Archie Shepp,
The Misunderstood,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eric Dolphy,
The Vogues,
Yaz,
Crispian St. Peters,
MC5,
Kaleidoscope,
Niagra,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.