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 Bhutan and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eve St. Jones to the rock 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
The Beau Brummels,
Kool Moe Dee,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brothers Johnson,
Bill Near,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hot Snakes,
Camberwell Now,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Erykah Badu,
Rotary Connection,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Slits,
The Dead C,
Dual Sessions,
Joyce Sims,
The Smoke,
Harpers Bizarre,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Trojans,
Kayak,
Scion,
MDC,
Curtis Mayfield,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aswad,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marvin Gaye,
Average White Band,
Desert Stars,
The Leaves,
Charles Mingus,
Mr. Review,
Judy Mowatt,
Alice Coltrane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Davy DMX,
Mark Hollis,
The Blues Magoos,
Flamin' Groovies,
Symarip,
Skriet,
Icehouse,
Piero Umiliani,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soft Machine,
Deadbeat,
Traffic Nightmare,
June of 44,
Mantronix,
The Real Kids,
Schoolly D,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.