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 Venezuela and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Blossom Toes to the jazz 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Make Up,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rakim,
Loose Ends,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Negative Approach,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Radiopuhelimet,
Infiniti,
Bauhaus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Offenders,
Stiv Bators,
The Birthday Party,
Thee Headcoats,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minor Threat,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Flag,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Skatalites,
Lyres,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Slits,
Animal Collective,
Malaria!,
Scion,
Soft Machine,
Drexciya,
Ralphi Rosario,
Los Fastidios,
Lindisfarne,
Country Teasers,
Black Bananas,
Nico,
Angry Samoans,
Ultravox,
The Dirtbombs,
The Count Five,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scratch Acid,
Pantytec,
X-102,
Mantronix,
Pantaleimon,
Tim Buckley,
The Names,
Eddi Front,
Das Ding,
Bronski Beat,
The Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Patti Smith,
World's Most,
Robert Hood,
Moebius,
Talk Talk,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.