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 Madagascar and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 In Retrospect to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mandrill,
Groovy Waters,
Crash Course in Science,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Last Poets,
Babytalk,
Second Layer,
LL Cool J,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Visage,
Robert Wyatt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Birthday Party,
F. McDonald,
Ronnie Foster,
Man Parrish,
Bill Near,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Kinks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Monks,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Evens,
Fort Wilson Riot,
T.S.O.L.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Todd Terry,
Scientists,
The Mojo Men,
Motorama,
James White and The Blacks,
The Associates,
Yazoo,
Yaz,
The Pop Group,
Scrapy,
Robert Görl,
The Grass Roots,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Massinfluence,
Ossler,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ituana,
Soft Machine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gories,
Ice-T,
The Moody Blues,
Radio Birdman,
Royal Trux,
Television,
Swans,
Marine Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Los Fastidios,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Morten Harket,
Ponytail,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.