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 United Kingdom and from Manchester.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pierre Henry to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Magazine,
Black Pus,
Sexual Harrassment,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Sherman,
Newcleus,
Harmonia,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gladiators,
John Foxx,
Al Stewart,
Todd Rundgren,
48th St. Collective,
Cymande,
Maurizio,
Gong,
Nirvana,
The Knickerbockers,
Alton Ellis,
Schoolly D,
Absolute Body Control,
Minutemen,
Popol Vuh,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lakeside,
Warren Ellis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Arthur Verocai,
Colin Newman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Radiohead,
Symarip,
New York Dolls,
Rakim,
Chrome,
New Age Steppers,
X-102,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Residents,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Public Enemy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fall,
Erykah Badu,
Joe Finger,
The Kinks,
Lindisfarne,
Bang On A Can,
Bill Near,
Funkadelic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lucky Dragons,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bill Wells,
Sandy B,
Jeff Mills,
The Busters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.