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 Belize and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 Livin' Joy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eli Mardock,
a-ha,
The Raincoats,
Byron Stingily,
Deepchord,
The Motions,
Shuggie Otis,
Charles Mingus,
Fluxion,
Henry Cow,
Marvin Gaye,
The Barracudas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ossler,
the Normal,
Crispian St. Peters,
Animal Collective,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ponytail,
Joe Smooth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pet Shop Boys,
Warsaw,
Bang On A Can,
Marine Girls,
Mars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sixth Finger,
Fad Gadget,
The Toasters,
Newcleus,
R.M.O.,
Suburban Knight,
Man Parrish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Chrome,
Fear,
The Durutti Column,
Rites of Spring,
The Black Dice,
The Monochrome Set,
Josef K,
Angry Samoans,
The Associates,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Beau Brummels,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Absolute Body Control,
Cheater Slicks,
The Smoke,
Bronski Beat,
One Last Wish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Swans,
Soft Cell,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Womack,
The Monks,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.