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 Kenya and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Index to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
John Lydon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eddi Front,
The Saints,
Man Parrish,
Scratch Acid,
Japan,
Country Teasers,
cv313,
Wings,
Pere Ubu,
Dual Sessions,
The Residents,
Bobby Byrd,
In Retrospect,
The Fire Engines,
Television Personalities,
Girls At Our Best!,
Q and Not U,
Steve Hackett,
ABC,
Sällskapet,
The Busters,
Lindisfarne,
Dark Day,
T. Rex,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Vladislav Delay,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Harmonia,
Joyce Sims,
The Knickerbockers,
Fatback Band,
Blossom Toes,
The Seeds,
Kas Product,
Kurtis Blow,
the Slits,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
L. Decosne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Sheep,
Yaz,
Soulsonic Force,
The Buckinghams,
Andrew Hill,
Rakim,
The Victims,
The Evens,
The Doors,
Peter and Kerry,
The Moleskins,
Sarah Menescal,
Dave Gahan,
The Young Rascals,
LL Cool J,
Aloha Tigers,
Sonic Youth,
B.T. Express,
Sam Rivers,
World's Most,
The Dead C,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.