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 Sri Lanka and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Procol Harum,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Cale,
Unwound,
Joe Smooth,
Gichy Dan,
Hardrive,
The Monks,
Joensuu 1685,
U.S. Maple,
The Black Dice,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Los Fastidios,
The Smiths,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tommy Roe,
Joyce Sims,
Minny Pops,
Harmonia,
Scion,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rapeman,
The Velvet Underground,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Little Man,
The Misunderstood,
Brothers Johnson,
Rekid,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
H. Thieme,
Albert Ayler,
The Slackers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Al Stewart,
The New Christs,
James White and The Blacks,
Buzzcocks,
Robert Görl,
Soul II Soul,
David Bowie,
Fad Gadget,
Ronnie Foster,
48th St. Collective,
The Beau Brummels,
Masters at Work,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Lydon,
Visage,
Cybotron,
Soft Cell,
Fluxion,
Unrelated Segments,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Monochrome Set,
Tubeway Army,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeff Lynne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tears for Fears,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.