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 Somalia and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Soft Cell to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Alice Coltrane,
Con Funk Shun,
Derrick Morgan,
The Seeds,
Q and Not U,
Moss Icon,
Ossler,
The Tremeloes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Television Personalities,
The Martian,
Sex Pistols,
Warren Ellis,
The Divine Comedy,
Boredoms,
Eden Ahbez,
John Foxx,
Avey Tare,
Chris Corsano,
Dual Sessions,
the Sonics,
UT,
New York Dolls,
John Holt,
Junior Murvin,
Ohio Players,
Japan,
DJ Style,
The Golliwogs,
The Victims,
Procol Harum,
Tubeway Army,
AZ,
The Young Rascals,
Magazine,
Jeff Lynne,
John Cale,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Talk Talk,
Marc Almond,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
F. McDonald,
Donald Byrd,
The Motions,
Unrelated Segments,
Thee Headcoats,
Icehouse,
World's Most,
Nas,
David Axelrod,
Aural Exciters,
Man Parrish,
Gichy Dan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rakim,
New Age Steppers,
Gabor Szabo,
Sun City Girls,
cv313,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.