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 Guatemala and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum 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 The Selecter to the electroclash 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Howard Jones,
Reagan Youth,
Todd Terry,
Suicide,
Lungfish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kayak,
Kurtis Blow,
Faust,
Josef K,
The Blues Magoos,
PIL,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jeff Lynne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Severed Heads,
Stetsasonic,
Scan 7,
Barry Ungar,
Al Stewart,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Foxx,
The Gun Club,
The Saints,
Ken Boothe,
Judy Mowatt,
Donald Byrd,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Sheep,
Sugar Minott,
Ronan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Skatalites,
Pole,
Icehouse,
Moebius,
Simply Red,
the Germs,
Harry Pussy,
Talk Talk,
Jawbox,
Eddi Front,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
B.T. Express,
Warsaw,
The Litter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Vladislav Delay,
K-Klass,
Dual Sessions,
Bizarre Inc.,
Steve Hackett,
Malaria!,
Pulsallama,
Nick Fraelich,
The Count Five,
Davy DMX,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
AZ,
The Leaves,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.