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 Uruguay 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 Josef K to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp 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?
Popol Vuh,
Ronan,
Harmonia,
Kayak,
Cybotron,
The Standells,
Malaria!,
The Raincoats,
Hoover,
Dennis Brown,
Brothers Johnson,
Siglo XX,
Radiohead,
Camberwell Now,
Minnie Riperton,
Eric Copeland,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Moon,
The Five Americans,
Sparks,
Juan Atkins,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Stooges,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sällskapet,
Skriet,
Anakelly,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Womack,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lee Hazlewood,
Danielle Patucci,
Matthew Bourne,
Yazoo,
X-Ray Spex,
DNA,
Angry Samoans,
Reagan Youth,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Slits,
Judy Mowatt,
Lakeside,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Martian,
Roger Hodgson,
Cluster,
The Moleskins,
Janne Schatter,
the Human League,
Maleditus Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
The Smoke,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Howard Jones,
In Retrospect,
Johnny Clarke,
Rakim,
Masters at Work,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Skarface,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.