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 Bangladesh and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 48th St. Collective to the crunk 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stockholm Monsters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
CMW,
Jacob Miller,
Roy Ayers,
The Durutti Column,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brand Nubian,
Inner City,
Quando Quango,
Pere Ubu,
Country Teasers,
Au Pairs,
Jacques Brel,
Grandmaster Flash,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
KRS-One,
Brass Construction,
Scott Walker,
Black Sheep,
Ultravox,
The Fuzztones,
The Names,
Wings,
The Sonics,
Fear,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Laurel Aitken,
Jeff Lynne,
Niagra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Shoche,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Bar-Kays,
Isaac Hayes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soft Cell,
Stiv Bators,
Minnie Riperton,
Althea and Donna,
Iggy Pop,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Holt,
The Invisible,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Porter Ricks,
The Fugs,
Das Ding,
Alton Ellis,
Johnny Clarke,
The Misunderstood,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Slits,
Girls At Our Best!,
Quadrant,
Desert Stars,
Moebius,
Bluetip,
cv313,
The Mojo Men,
Henry Cow,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.