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 Botswana and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Motorama to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Ken Boothe,
Deadbeat,
The Victims,
Alphaville,
ABC,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rufus Thomas,
Main Source,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
In Retrospect,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Five Americans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kenny Larkin,
Siglo XX,
Angry Samoans,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pere Ubu,
The Gladiators,
Icehouse,
Patti Smith,
Swans,
Stiv Bators,
Pole,
Max Romeo,
Althea and Donna,
Au Pairs,
Derrick Morgan,
Lakeside,
T.S.O.L.,
China Crisis,
The Seeds,
One Last Wish,
Los Fastidios,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Darondo,
Dave Gahan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fire Engines,
The Blues Magoos,
Dead Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Agitation Free,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moebius,
Amon Düül II,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nik Kershaw,
Robert Wyatt,
Ten City,
H. Thieme,
The Fall,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hardrive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Albert Ayler,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.