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 Albania and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
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 sitar 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 Sandy B to the rock 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nick Fraelich,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cluster,
Kenny Larkin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Amon Düül II,
The Velvet Underground,
Can,
Delta 5,
Tubeway Army,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soul II Soul,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sex Pistols,
Talk Talk,
Brand Nubian,
Symarip,
Desert Stars,
Chrome,
the Sonics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Techniques,
Marine Girls,
David Bowie,
Unrelated Segments,
Alphaville,
Stockholm Monsters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Altered Images,
Mark Hollis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Derrick Morgan,
The Seeds,
The Human League,
Skaos,
Ronnie Foster,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Index,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fat Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
Godley & Creme,
Eve St. Jones,
X-101,
Kaleidoscope,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fuzztones,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ultravox,
La Düsseldorf,
Barry Ungar,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
These Immortal Souls,
Sugar Minott,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eurythmics,
the Swans,
Audionom,
Smog,
Harmonia,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.