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 Moldova and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Sex Pistols,
Reagan Youth,
Duran Duran,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
X-101,
Banda Bassotti,
Trumans Water,
Rod Modell,
Spandau Ballet,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Reed,
Tom Boy,
Gichy Dan,
John Holt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Monks,
Alphaville,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Shuggie Otis,
The Stooges,
8 Eyed Spy,
Patti Smith,
The Divine Comedy,
Camberwell Now,
Public Enemy,
Soulsonic Force,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Byron Stingily,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Donny Hathaway,
Audionom,
New Order,
Amon Düül,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Cale,
Crooked Eye,
Moby Grape,
Hoover,
Q65,
Robert Wyatt,
The Music Machine,
The Busters,
Eli Mardock,
The Gladiators,
Gong,
A Certain Ratio,
Cybotron,
Television Personalities,
Television,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barrington Levy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Toasters,
Sällskapet,
Roxette,
Althea and Donna,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.