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 Jamaica and from Toronto.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Chrome to the electroclash 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Star Department,
Rites of Spring,
Simply Red,
kango's stein massive,
Wasted Youth,
The J.B.'s,
The Mummies,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Con Funk Shun,
Heaven 17,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Massinfluence,
The Mojo Men,
John Holt,
Maurizio,
Marc Almond,
Flash Fearless,
The Residents,
The Human League,
Babytalk,
Newcleus,
Morten Harket,
Model 500,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blancmange,
Alphaville,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
a-ha,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
T.S.O.L.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Can,
Carl Craig,
This Heat,
Soft Machine,
Dave Gahan,
Mandrill,
10cc,
Symarip,
Yazoo,
The Skatalites,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barrington Levy,
Organ,
Guru Guru,
Dorothy Ashby,
Anakelly,
Scientists,
JFA,
Flipper,
Delta 5,
Hot Snakes,
Reuben Wilson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Swell Maps,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.