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 Albania and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet 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 The Barracudas to the grime 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Scrapy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
David Bowie,
Jeru the Damaja,
Andrew Hill,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash,
Vainqueur,
cv313,
Dark Day,
Althea and Donna,
Derrick Morgan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Judy Mowatt,
The Divine Comedy,
The Knickerbockers,
Slave,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fire Engines,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Byrd,
Sex Pistols,
The Beau Brummels,
Massinfluence,
The Barracudas,
Lucky Dragons,
Japan,
Dave Gahan,
Johnny Clarke,
Fatback Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Agitation Free,
Steve Hackett,
Crooked Eye,
Mars,
Make Up,
ABC,
Kerrie Biddell,
Spoonie Gee,
The Grass Roots,
The Kinks,
PIL,
Flash Fearless,
Eric Copeland,
Spandau Ballet,
John Lydon,
Robert Görl,
Little Man,
Sixth Finger,
Roxette,
Saccharine Trust,
Visage,
The Searchers,
Dawn Penn,
Bizarre Inc.,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.