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 Suriname and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Deadbeat to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Theoretical Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
K-Klass,
Tim Buckley,
Pussy Galore,
Buzzcocks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Television,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Foxx,
The Tremeloes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bill Near,
UT,
Gichy Dan,
The Motions,
The Count Five,
Erasure,
B.T. Express,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Wake,
the Slits,
New York Dolls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radio Birdman,
Lucky Dragons,
Dark Day,
10cc,
Deadbeat,
Dave Gahan,
Duran Duran,
The Last Poets,
The Fire Engines,
Anakelly,
Pere Ubu,
Nik Kershaw,
H. Thieme,
Popol Vuh,
The Knickerbockers,
The Vogues,
Main Source,
Idris Muhammad,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rufus Thomas,
Marvin Gaye,
One Last Wish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Godley & Creme,
Visage,
The Real Kids,
Eurythmics,
Technova,
Angry Samoans,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Sherman,
Soul II Soul,
Nirvana,
Nation of Ulysses,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.