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 Iran and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron 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 Barracudas to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Howard Jones,
Crash Course in Science,
The Techniques,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Vogues,
Blake Baxter,
Albert Ayler,
The Moleskins,
Livin' Joy,
Oneida,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
T.S.O.L.,
UT,
Nation of Ulysses,
Heaven 17,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ralphi Rosario,
Moby Grape,
Neil Young,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
U.S. Maple,
Minny Pops,
Ronnie Foster,
Barclay James Harvest,
CMW,
The Skatalites,
Agent Orange,
Accadde A,
Pole,
JFA,
Laurel Aitken,
Pussy Galore,
Tres Demented,
Wasted Youth,
Alton Ellis,
Pagans,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Moon,
World's Most,
Section 25,
The Fire Engines,
Bootsy Collins,
Gabor Szabo,
Hot Snakes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sun Ra,
Eve St. Jones,
Suicide,
Eddi Front,
Bang On A Can,
Masters at Work,
Boz Scaggs,
Mandrill,
Malaria!,
Jacob Miller,
The Seeds,
Cybotron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Isaac Hayes,
Sex Pistols,
Tubeway Army,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.