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 Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Busters to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Silicon Teens,
Nirvana,
Depeche Mode,
Spoonie Gee,
The Grass Roots,
Smog,
DJ Style,
Stereo Dub,
Mission of Burma,
Scion,
Aloha Tigers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Arthur Verocai,
Jerry's Kids,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dual Sessions,
the Soft Cell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fugazi,
OOIOO,
Desert Stars,
Tears for Fears,
Eden Ahbez,
One Last Wish,
Ronnie Foster,
X-101,
Rekid,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
New York Dolls,
Hoover,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hot Snakes,
Zero Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
The Electric Prunes,
Joe Smooth,
Bluetip,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Bananas,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Misunderstood,
The Slits,
Delon & Dalcan,
Chris & Cosey,
Deakin,
MDC,
The Invisible,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Anthony Braxton,
The Pop Group,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Red Krayola,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pylon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Main Source,
The Gap Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eric Copeland,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gichy Dan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.