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 the UAE and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Glambeats Corp.,
Howard Jones,
Echospace,
Joey Negro,
Cheater Slicks,
Maurizio,
Outsiders,
The Sonics,
Stetsasonic,
Harpers Bizarre,
ABC,
Bill Wells,
The Saints,
Funkadelic,
Flamin' Groovies,
The American Breed,
The Residents,
FM Einheit,
The Blues Magoos,
X-101,
Godley & Creme,
Blossom Toes,
Scion,
Main Source,
The Seeds,
Make Up,
Bluetip,
Y Pants,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Michelle Simonal,
Marc Almond,
Faraquet,
Quando Quango,
Wire,
Ornette Coleman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Reagan Youth,
Wings,
The New Christs,
Ohio Players,
Tubeway Army,
The Knickerbockers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ludus,
Yellowson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Anakelly,
Peter and Kerry,
a-ha,
Sugar Minott,
Hashim,
Moss Icon,
The Birthday Party,
The Young Rascals,
Avey Tare,
Bush Tetras,
Junior Murvin,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Byrd,
Slave,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.