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 Andorra and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin 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 Gong 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Godley & Creme,
Cheater Slicks,
Crime,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Qualms,
Subhumans,
Clear Light,
Judy Mowatt,
Michelle Simonal,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lower 48,
Pantytec,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Christie,
Bob Dylan,
Ludus,
The Buckinghams,
Letta Mbulu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crooked Eye,
Joe Finger,
Magazine,
Rufus Thomas,
Hashim,
T.S.O.L.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Zapp,
Wasted Youth,
Brass Construction,
the Human League,
Make Up,
Drive Like Jehu,
Robert Görl,
Marmalade,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Big Daddy Kane,
Liliput,
Anthony Braxton,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Can,
Arthur Verocai,
Tears for Fears,
R.M.O.,
DJ Style,
Babytalk,
Oblivians,
Harmonia,
The Searchers,
Dawn Penn,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dennis Brown,
Tommy Roe,
Malaria!,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minutemen,
Groovy Waters,
Circle Jerks,
John Cale,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Icehouse,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.