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 Andorra and from Calgary.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Yazoo 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cymande,
Barrington Levy,
Aural Exciters,
EPMD,
The United States of America,
Mary Jane Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Smog,
Agent Orange,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
CMW,
Model 500,
Sparks,
the Human League,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Swans,
New York Dolls,
Dave Gahan,
The Standells,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stiv Bators,
Tres Demented,
Laurel Aitken,
Iggy Pop,
One Last Wish,
Vainqueur,
Au Pairs,
Sugar Minott,
Tomorrow,
Black Flag,
Terrestrial Tones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Germs,
Lalann,
Agitation Free,
Thompson Twins,
Dead Boys,
The Gories,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Warren Ellis,
The Fugs,
John Lydon,
Tom Boy,
Inner City,
The Grass Roots,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tears for Fears,
The Motions,
The Young Rascals,
Section 25,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
U.S. Maple,
Arthur Verocai,
The Durutti Column,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jerry's Kids,
Fad Gadget,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
PIL,
Piero Umiliani,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.