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 Portugal and from New York.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 Smog to the punk 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
The Tremeloes,
The Sonics,
the Sonics,
The Young Rascals,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cramps,
The Black Dice,
Connie Case,
Mo-Dettes,
New Order,
PIL,
Boredoms,
The Names,
The Flesh Eaters,
Television,
The Remains,
Albert Ayler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kas Product,
Sonny Sharrock,
ABC,
The United States of America,
Yazoo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Qualms,
UT,
Eric Copeland,
Motorama,
Mad Mike,
Talk Talk,
The Buckinghams,
The Mojo Men,
K-Klass,
Donald Byrd,
Joe Smooth,
Steve Hackett,
Heaven 17,
Easy Going,
Lower 48,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Searchers,
The Durutti Column,
Crash Course in Science,
Brothers Johnson,
James White and The Blacks,
Judy Mowatt,
Stetsasonic,
The Moleskins,
Gang of Four,
Sonic Youth,
The Kinks,
Bill Wells,
Ultravox,
H. Thieme,
Skaos,
Man Parrish,
The Stooges,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.