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 Belarus and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 Detroit Cobras to the dance 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Von Mondo,
Ronnie Foster,
The Moody Blues,
Ultravox,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Neil Young,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aural Exciters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bauhaus,
Joy Division,
Make Up,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Al Stewart,
Black Moon,
Graham Central Station,
Yellowson,
Echospace,
The Gladiators,
Soft Cell,
Ice-T,
Bootsy Collins,
Chris Corsano,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ronan,
The Fugs,
Dual Sessions,
Agitation Free,
Tubeway Army,
Flash Fearless,
X-Ray Spex,
Eric Dolphy,
Morten Harket,
Los Fastidios,
Agent Orange,
The Monochrome Set,
Depeche Mode,
Camouflage,
Oneida,
The Move,
Drive Like Jehu,
David McCallum,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brand Nubian,
Patti Smith,
Blancmange,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joyce Sims,
The Count Five,
Bill Wells,
The New Christs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lucky Dragons,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
AZ,
Marc Almond,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sugar Minott,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.