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 Uruguay 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the dance 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tubeway Army,
JFA,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jacques Brel,
Amon Düül,
Pulsallama,
Amazonics,
The Golliwogs,
ABBA,
June Days,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scrapy,
Accadde A,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minutemen,
the Swans,
Tom Boy,
Lindisfarne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mark Hollis,
Bob Dylan,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Birthday Party,
Sight & Sound,
Little Man,
Magma,
Rekid,
John Lydon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scratch Acid,
The Dave Clark Five,
Morten Harket,
The Busters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Doobie Brothers,
Make Up,
The Evens,
Au Pairs,
Pussy Galore,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Swans,
Black Pus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bill Wells,
Mars,
Soulsonic Force,
Eve St. Jones,
L. Decosne,
The Fall,
The Knickerbockers,
Absolute Body Control,
the Bar-Kays,
Barbara Tucker,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nils Olav,
The Sound,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.