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 Belarus and from Manchester.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet 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 Wings to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Toni Rubio,
Hasil Adkins,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Pus,
Hot Snakes,
Unrelated Segments,
Con Funk Shun,
Agitation Free,
The Smiths,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Wake,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jerry's Kids,
Tommy Roe,
Patti Smith,
Davy DMX,
Unwound,
One Last Wish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Japan,
Banda Bassotti,
Pere Ubu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Desert Stars,
Althea and Donna,
Nirvana,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
CMW,
Cameo,
Kurtis Blow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Pop Group,
Derrick Morgan,
The Victims,
Radiohead,
The Fuzztones,
Q and Not U,
ABBA,
Rekid,
The Raincoats,
Shoche,
Popol Vuh,
Roger Hodgson,
Dave Gahan,
Babytalk,
Aural Exciters,
Soft Cell,
PIL,
the Germs,
Porter Ricks,
X-101,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
10cc,
Kool Moe Dee,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.