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 Slovakia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Scott Walker to the electroclash 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lalann,
EPMD,
Lebanon Hanover,
Whodini,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gun Club,
Zero Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
Bad Manners,
Arthur Verocai,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Pus,
Warsaw,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mark Hollis,
Scrapy,
ABBA,
Ronnie Foster,
Shuggie Otis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Misunderstood,
Adolescents,
Sugar Minott,
Main Source,
Darondo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
David Bowie,
Sound Behaviour,
Susan Cadogan,
Talk Talk,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Lydon,
10cc,
The Last Poets,
Leonard Cohen,
Royal Trux,
David Axelrod,
Bauhaus,
Rotary Connection,
R.M.O.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gong,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Leaves,
Stiv Bators,
Gang of Four,
Crime,
The Vogues,
Roxette,
The Wake,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lightning Bolt,
Al Stewart,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sällskapet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Harpers Bizarre,
Agitation Free,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.