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 Togo and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 Tomorrow to the disco 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gories,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dark Day,
the Slits,
The Cowsills,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jerry's Kids,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Kinks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultra Naté,
Mandrill,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Moon,
Jeff Lynne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ossler,
Lee Hazlewood,
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John Cale,
Tom Boy,
Kurtis Blow,
Slave,
KRS-One,
Outsiders,
Robert Wyatt,
John Foxx,
Johnny Clarke,
Girls At Our Best!,
Danielle Patucci,
Theoretical Girls,
Bronski Beat,
Kenny Larkin,
The Tremeloes,
Jacob Miller,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tomorrow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Talk Talk,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Animal Collective,
The Index,
The Raincoats,
Pet Shop Boys,
The New Christs,
The Durutti Column,
U.S. Maple,
Eden Ahbez,
Brick,
Aswad,
Scott Walker,
the Normal,
Rites of Spring,
Wire,
China Crisis,
Lindisfarne,
Donald Byrd,
Porter Ricks,
Camouflage,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.