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 Monaco and from Sao Paulo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer 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 June of 44 to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Bob Dylan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Slick Rick,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Grass Roots,
John Holt,
Niagra,
The Misunderstood,
The United States of America,
Crispian St. Peters,
David McCallum,
LL Cool J,
Eden Ahbez,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sexual Harrassment,
Radio Birdman,
The Vogues,
Joy Division,
Ronan,
Minny Pops,
The Invisible,
Oneida,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Neon Judgement,
Reuben Wilson,
The Human League,
Alton Ellis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Unrelated Segments,
B.T. Express,
CMW,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tears for Fears,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fluxion,
Ituana,
Japan,
K-Klass,
Make Up,
These Immortal Souls,
Moss Icon,
Second Layer,
Saccharine Trust,
The Martian,
8 Eyed Spy,
David Bowie,
Ice-T,
The Gun Club,
The Victims,
Sällskapet,
Moebius,
Unwound,
Loose Ends,
Letta Mbulu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roxette,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Dead C,
The Doors,
The Fall,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.