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 Mauritania and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 OOIOO to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Y Pants,
X-101,
Andrew Hill,
Drive Like Jehu,
Urselle,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Holt,
The Trojans,
Josef K,
JFA,
The Mojo Men,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Music Machine,
The Offenders,
Sugar Minott,
Gang Gang Dance,
Thee Headcoats,
Eddi Front,
Bluetip,
Interpol,
Gang Starr,
Suicide,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wolf Eyes,
The Modern Lovers,
Eric Copeland,
Harmonia,
DNA,
Ponytail,
John Foxx,
Scrapy,
Eli Mardock,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Connie Case,
Quadrant,
Dennis Brown,
The Electric Prunes,
Derrick Morgan,
Roy Ayers,
Leonard Cohen,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scientists,
Tim Buckley,
Chris Corsano,
Los Fastidios,
Suburban Knight,
Marine Girls,
Vainqueur,
Byron Stingily,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Sneak,
Dead Boys,
Stiv Bators,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Davy DMX,
Moby Grape,
Warren Ellis,
Todd Rundgren,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.