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 Fiji and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
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 güiro 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 Wolf Eyes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Thee Headcoats,
R.M.O.,
the Slits,
Colin Newman,
Robert Hood,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Young Rascals,
Aural Exciters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stetsasonic,
Jeff Mills,
Sam Rivers,
Black Flag,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Oblivians,
Gang Green,
John Lydon,
Parry Music,
Au Pairs,
Blossom Toes,
Bootsy Collins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Big Daddy Kane,
China Crisis,
Pere Ubu,
The Velvet Underground,
Arab on Radar,
Severed Heads,
Carl Craig,
The Golliwogs,
Newcleus,
Lalo Schifrin,
DNA,
Angry Samoans,
Section 25,
Roger Hodgson,
Lower 48,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rekid,
The Seeds,
Rakim,
Rufus Thomas,
Agent Orange,
David Bowie,
In Retrospect,
Rosa Yemen,
Gong,
The United States of America,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Niagra,
Flash Fearless,
Popol Vuh,
Don Cherry,
Joe Finger,
Panda Bear,
John Holt,
Gichy Dan,
The Gladiators,
The Moleskins,
A Certain Ratio,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.