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 Cameroon and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron 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 Zeros to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Neu!,
Motorama,
Jeff Mills,
Pere Ubu,
The Sound,
Livin' Joy,
Avey Tare,
Alphaville,
The Vogues,
Warsaw,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soul II Soul,
X-102,
Kas Product,
Fear,
John Holt,
Jandek,
Stetsasonic,
Jacques Brel,
Eurythmics,
Porter Ricks,
Hashim,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wire,
Eli Mardock,
Index,
Eric B and Rakim,
New Order,
Rekid,
Sister Nancy,
Sex Pistols,
Michelle Simonal,
One Last Wish,
Peter & Gordon,
The Red Krayola,
Davy DMX,
Sonic Youth,
The Real Kids,
The Smoke,
Rotary Connection,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jacob Miller,
Tres Demented,
Funkadelic,
Vladislav Delay,
Delta 5,
Minny Pops,
Bauhaus,
Trumans Water,
the Soft Cell,
Juan Atkins,
Silicon Teens,
Deepchord,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Misunderstood,
Pylon,
Bill Wells,
the Human League,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.