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 Indonesia and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet 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 The Misunderstood to the funk 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Danielle Patucci,
Roxy Music,
Sex Pistols,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Radio Birdman,
The Buckinghams,
Ituana,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Zero Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
The Real Kids,
Moss Icon,
Cybotron,
48th St. Collective,
the Human League,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Mojo Men,
Cecil Taylor,
Aloha Tigers,
Newcleus,
Dark Day,
Television,
Sight & Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
Brass Construction,
Eric B and Rakim,
Quantec,
Metal Thangz,
Lyres,
Donny Hathaway,
Silicon Teens,
Mad Mike,
Parry Music,
Junior Murvin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Darondo,
Oneida,
UT,
Lalann,
The Divine Comedy,
Mission of Burma,
Barrington Levy,
Vainqueur,
Ohio Players,
Marvin Gaye,
The Victims,
Electric Prunes,
Mandrill,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Reed,
Glenn Branca,
The Black Dice,
Ronan,
Excepter,
the Slits,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Boredoms,
Mars,
The Vogues,
CMW,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.