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 Qatar and from London.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
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 rhodes 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the grunge 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Spoonie Gee,
kango's stein massive,
Babytalk,
48th St. Collective,
Gabor Szabo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Warren Ellis,
Surgeon,
Scion,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camberwell Now,
Harmonia,
Cameo,
The Kinks,
Intrusion,
The Young Rascals,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alphaville,
Robert Wyatt,
David Bowie,
Tres Demented,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Masters at Work,
Brand Nubian,
EPMD,
Joe Finger,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Procol Harum,
Laurel Aitken,
The Litter,
Smog,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Byrd,
Schoolly D,
The Pop Group,
World's Most,
Maleditus Sound,
Fat Boys,
Television,
Fear,
The Saints,
Barbara Tucker,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ponytail,
Todd Rundgren,
Youth Brigade,
Los Fastidios,
The Trojans,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Womack,
The Techniques,
DJ Style,
Godley & Creme,
Eric Dolphy,
Joensuu 1685,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Five Americans,
The Modern Lovers,
Heaven 17,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.