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 Algeria and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar 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 Tears for Fears to the punk 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deakin,
The Slits,
The Fuzztones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Desert Stars,
Terrestrial Tones,
Max Romeo,
Black Moon,
Lou Christie,
Altered Images,
The Knickerbockers,
Country Teasers,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Germs,
Skaos,
Jacques Brel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Moss Icon,
Goldenarms,
Yusef Lateef,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Loose Ends,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Saccharine Trust,
Minny Pops,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pere Ubu,
Suicide,
Faust,
Kas Product,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Soft Cell,
Tubeway Army,
Spandau Ballet,
Easy Going,
Mission of Burma,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Lydon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Toni Rubio,
Bill Near,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Slave,
Don Cherry,
Neil Young,
Siglo XX,
Can,
Grey Daturas,
Kerri Chandler,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
10cc,
Idris Muhammad,
Dead Boys,
Scrapy,
Warsaw,
Dave Gahan,
Brick,
Delta 5,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.