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 Maldives and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Drive Like Jehu to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aural Exciters,
Infiniti,
The Pop Group,
Oblivians,
Barbara Tucker,
The Vogues,
LL Cool J,
The Move,
The Blackbyrds,
Arthur Verocai,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rotary Connection,
Kerri Chandler,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bauhaus,
Faust,
Liliput,
Hashim,
Ornette Coleman,
Eurythmics,
Sandy B,
The Durutti Column,
Donald Byrd,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Average White Band,
MC5,
The Fire Engines,
Panda Bear,
Iggy Pop,
Scrapy,
The Blues Magoos,
Sun Ra,
The Smoke,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Underground Resistance,
Fluxion,
Mandrill,
The Busters,
Camouflage,
Yaz,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fatback Band,
The Cure,
Qualms,
Ultra Naté,
Index,
Barry Ungar,
Wally Richardson,
E-Dancer,
Tom Boy,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Starr,
Ronnie Foster,
The Kinks,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alison Limerick,
Laurel Aitken,
Susan Cadogan,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.