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 Mozambique and from Lille.
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 Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 ABBA to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Girls At Our Best!,
B.T. Express,
Ronnie Foster,
Sandy B,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tubeway Army,
Depeche Mode,
Stetsasonic,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter and Kerry,
Von Mondo,
The Smiths,
Barbara Tucker,
Joe Smooth,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultra Naté,
Sällskapet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lyres,
Camberwell Now,
Audionom,
Joy Division,
Sister Nancy,
Animal Collective,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Martian,
The Kinks,
Robert Görl,
KRS-One,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hasil Adkins,
The Shadows of Knight,
David McCallum,
Royal Trux,
10cc,
Blancmange,
Peter & Gordon,
Althea and Donna,
Fugazi,
FM Einheit,
UT,
The Toasters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cowsills,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Reed,
Byron Stingily,
Wings,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rapeman,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Searchers,
Soulsonic Force,
Erykah Badu,
Moby Grape,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.