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 Iran and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Country Teasers to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
The Pop Group,
Hot Snakes,
Albert Ayler,
Model 500,
Niagra,
David Bowie,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pylon,
Minny Pops,
PIL,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Human League,
U.S. Maple,
The Grass Roots,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Idris Muhammad,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Faraquet,
Jacob Miller,
Eli Mardock,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
R.M.O.,
Arthur Verocai,
Funkadelic,
Country Teasers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Motorama,
Soft Cell,
The Beau Brummels,
Dead Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Christie,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marvin Gaye,
Severed Heads,
Second Layer,
Tubeway Army,
Cymande,
Rapeman,
Derrick May,
Piero Umiliani,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fela Kuti,
Neu!,
Hoover,
Make Up,
Rufus Thomas,
Marine Girls,
Technova,
These Immortal Souls,
Nation of Ulysses,
UT,
Unrelated Segments,
Mars,
Quando Quango,
John Holt,
Electric Prunes,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.