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 Luxembourg and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb 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 Stiv Bators to the grunge 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Agent Orange,
Whodini,
Lalo Schifrin,
Maleditus Sound,
The Leaves,
World's Most,
Tres Demented,
Stiv Bators,
Joe Finger,
Lightning Bolt,
The Seeds,
Bronski Beat,
Magazine,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aural Exciters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
48th St. Collective,
Porter Ricks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cal Tjader,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Au Pairs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Tremeloes,
The Mummies,
DJ Style,
Aloha Tigers,
Essential Logic,
Graham Central Station,
Soulsonic Force,
Harry Pussy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gong,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dave Gahan,
Clear Light,
Marc Almond,
Marine Girls,
Siglo XX,
Sound Behaviour,
Barrington Levy,
Wally Richardson,
Parry Music,
The Cramps,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pulsallama,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roy Ayers,
Black Bananas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Visage,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Royal Trux,
Gang Starr,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camouflage,
Goldenarms,
Urselle,
OOIOO,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.