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 Czech Republic and from Madrid.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Captain Beefheart 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 These Immortal Souls to the punk 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pole,
The Moleskins,
Chris Corsano,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Audionom,
Harmonia,
MC5,
Aaron Thompson,
Minor Threat,
Altered Images,
Eric Dolphy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ludus,
Lalann,
Steve Hackett,
Wire,
Sparks,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Busters,
Cheater Slicks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radio Birdman,
The Red Krayola,
LL Cool J,
Anakelly,
Fat Boys,
The Gun Club,
Howard Jones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Loose Ends,
Boredoms,
Mark Hollis,
Faraquet,
Lakeside,
Scan 7,
The Knickerbockers,
Grauzone,
Marvin Gaye,
The Durutti Column,
Monks,
Y Pants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roxy Music,
Quantec,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mission of Burma,
The Golliwogs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Das Ding,
Johnny Clarke,
Barrington Levy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Suburban Knight,
K-Klass,
Young Marble Giants,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.