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 Guinea-Bissau and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 dance 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Joy Division,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Evens,
Lightning Bolt,
Moby Grape,
Pet Shop Boys,
Unwound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Oblivians,
Peter and Kerry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cure,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nas,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kaleidoscope,
The Music Machine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Interpol,
Big Daddy Kane,
Swell Maps,
Peter & Gordon,
Tears for Fears,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wings,
Roy Ayers,
Whodini,
The Remains,
Ludus,
Stiv Bators,
Jacques Brel,
Nik Kershaw,
Lyres,
Circle Jerks,
The Dirtbombs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crime,
Lee Hazlewood,
Derrick May,
Quantec,
Alison Limerick,
The Tremeloes,
The Moleskins,
Essential Logic,
Organ,
Kool Moe Dee,
Angry Samoans,
Main Source,
Au Pairs,
New Order,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
U.S. Maple,
John Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
PIL,
Easy Going,
Max Romeo,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.