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 Mauritius and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 the Germs to the rap 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord 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 rock 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
The Sound,
The Kinks,
Ossler,
Smog,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fela Kuti,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Connie Case,
The United States of America,
The Index,
L. Decosne,
KRS-One,
Qualms,
The Litter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Blake Baxter,
Idris Muhammad,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joe Smooth,
Todd Rundgren,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Evens,
Delon & Dalcan,
Half Japanese,
The Fall,
Sister Nancy,
Mr. Review,
The Durutti Column,
Thee Headcoats,
Iggy Pop,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Slick Rick,
a-ha,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Music Machine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rosa Yemen,
Visage,
Neil Young,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tres Demented,
Cecil Taylor,
The Searchers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Arab on Radar,
the Association,
Rekid,
Make Up,
MC5,
The Moleskins,
The Misunderstood,
Fat Boys,
The Mummies,
CMW,
Ten City,
Desert Stars,
The Dead C,
The Offenders,
Ohio Players,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.